Surrogate For Alpha Dom

Chapter 312: Reinforcements

Cora

Hank and I are tangled in the sheets of my bed, talking softly to each other about nothing, when suddenly I hear a pounding on my door – a dangerous, feral, fervent sound.

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“What the hell is that,” Hank gasps, sitting up and whipping his head to look towards the front of

my apartment.

“I–I don’t know “I stutter, fear racing through me. The pounding halts for a moment and we both sit there, frozen, not knowing what to do. Then, suddenly, a voice breaks through the silence.

“Cora!” it shouts, and my jaw drops a little because…well, because I know that voice. “Open the

damn door, Cora!”

“Oh my god,” I murmur, standing up and wrapping my naked body in my sheets – weirdly bashful in this moment. As I do, the pounding starts again.

“Do you know who it is?” Hank asks, hurriedly getting out of bed and pulling his pants on

“Yes,” I breathe, quickly switching the sheets for my robe hanging on the back of my door and

then rushing through the living room. “It’s fucking…”

But Hank, standing at the doorway to my bedroom, sees for himself the moment I pull the door

open.

Roger’s fist is still raised as my door flies open, but he drops it as he glares down at me.

past me into the apartment,

pho-

Hank standing in the doorway to my bedroom, pulling on his shirt. And then Roger turns slowly and looks at me, taking me in from head to toe in my bathrobe. He

the door

and turning his attention to me as he blatantly ignores Hank. “It’s a crisis – Ella and Sinclair

hour –”

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see that Roger is right that Ella has been calling me

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suddenly in my throat. I can’t grasp the whole situation

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they need you. It’s something about the sperm bank, they think they want

up at 1, SIUCkEU. Vildt? ne spe

mayo!?

“God, Cora, let’s go – you can ask

“Fine!” I shout.” God, Roger, give me ten seconds! Obviously I’m coming!” I rip my arm from his hand and glare at him as I move towards my bedroom door, giving Hank a not–too–gentle nudge back into

cool and deliberation. I glance at him, my stomach warming. At least he’s good in a crisis. I hand Hank my phone as

he deems less important. Overall I get the gist and my heart wrenches to think of what my sister is going through as I hurriedly pull on some sporty leggings and a t–shirt. After all that

on my door, interrupting one of Hank’s readings. “Seriously!?

pull on my sneakers, not bothering to tie the laces. Then, I stand up, tucking my hair behind my ears

and looking into my eyes. “Are you going to be all right? Is

shaking my head a

The yell and a single pound comes again and I realize, suddenly, that of course Roger has wolf

the door, hate in my eyes, but then I nod towards it. “Come on,” I say, moving away from Hank. “We’d

growl, disgruntled, but I just roll my eyes and pull the door open.

breezing past him.

to keep up with me. We pass through

I say, giving him a smile as I lean down to lock my apartment door. “For the food

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