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.

it, Cora,” he growls, storming past me

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on his shirt. And then Roger turns slowly and looks at me, taking me in from head to toe in my bathrobe.

hiss, filling the void that his silence left as I slamming the door shut and stalking forward to give him a shove. “You scared

his shock 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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phone, wedged between the pillows of the couch. I 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

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

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Roger growls, moving close to me and wrapping his hand around my upper arm, “but they need you. It’s something about the sperm bank, they think they want to talk to you about what happened that day –”

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impatience, but all it breeds in me is defiance. “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 the

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

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 she went through with the pregnancy, I had thought

of Hank’s readings. “Seriously!? What’s taking so long! Let’s go!”

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

says softly, rubbing his thumb over my cheek and looking into my eyes. “Are

my hand to cover his and shaking my head a little.

and I realize, suddenly, that of

my eyes, but then I nod towards it. “Come on,” I say, moving away from Hank. “We’d better get moving before he rips

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

I ask, breezing past him.

been ready,” he snarls, walking swiftly to keep up with me. We pass through

smile as I lean down to lock my apartment door. “For the

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