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.

–

“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.

storming past me into the

pho-

silent, though, the moment he sees Hank standing in the doorway to my bedroom, pulling on his shirt. And then Roger turns slowly

are you doing here, Roger?!” I hiss, filling the void that his silence left as I slamming the door shut and stalking forward to

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

hour –”

—

dash to it and grab it and see that Roger is right that Ella has been calling me for the past hour, as well as sending texts. I quickly flick through them, glancing at Roger as

  1. do.

–

stutter in fear, my heart suddenly in my throat. I can’t grasp the whole situation

–

his hand around my upper arm, “but they need you. It’s something about the sperm

at 1, SIUCkEU. Vildt? ne spe

mayo!?

yells. “God, Cora, let’s go – you can ask all of these

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 the bedroom

Hank my phone as I move to my dresser. “Can you give me a summary of

to me, skipping through the ones that 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

one of Hank’s readings. “Seriously!? What’s taking

up with his impatience. “God damn Alpha bullshit…” I mutter as I pull on my sneakers, not bothering to tie the laces. Then, I stand up, tucking my hair behind my ears as Hank crosses the room to me and hands

thumb over my cheek and looking into my eyes. “Are you going to be all right? Is there any

lifting my hand to cover his and shaking my head

that of course Roger has wolf hearing

at the door, hate in my eyes, but then I nod towards it. “Come on,” I say, moving

down,” I hear Roger growl, disgruntled, but I just roll my eyes and pull the door

I ask, breezing

walking swiftly to keep up with me. We pass through the door together and then

as I lean down to lock my apartment door. “For the food and…the

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255