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.

damn it, Cora,” he growls, storming past me

pho-

though, the moment he sees 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

his silence left as I slamming the door shut and stalking forward to give him a shove. “You scared the hell out

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

hour –”

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that Roger is right that Ella

  1. do.

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in fear, my heart suddenly in my throat. I can’t grasp the whole situation – but there’s something about Rafe, and

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arm, “but they need you. It’s something about the sperm bank, they think they want to talk

up at 1, SIUCkEU. Vildt? ne

mayo!?

you can ask all

I’m coming!” I rip my arm from his hand and glare at him as I move towards my bedroom door,

going on?” Hank asks, all steady cool and deliberation. I glance at him, my stomach warming. At least he’s good in a crisis. I hand Hank my phone as I move to my dresser. “Can you give me a summary of Ella’s texts as I

reading some of the texts aloud 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

Roger shouts, banging on my door, interrupting one of Hank’s readings. “Seriously!? What’s taking

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

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

cover his and shaking my head a little. “Thank you, Hank,

of course Roger has wolf hearing and is using it

on,” I

not going to rip it down,” I hear Roger growl, disgruntled, but I just roll my eyes and pull the

I ask, breezing past

keep up with me. We pass through the door together and then awkwardly wait for Hank to

I lean down to lock my apartment door. “For the food and…the nice time.”

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