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 into the apartment, “don’t you ever check your

pho-

shirt. And then Roger turns slowly and looks

you doing here, Roger?!” I hiss, filling the void that his silence left as I slamming the door shut and stalking forward to give him a shove. “You scared

as he blatantly ignores Hank. “It’s a

hour –”

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that Roger is right that Ella has been calling me for the past hour, as well as sending

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my throat. I can’t grasp the whole situation – but there’s something about Rafe,

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

SIUCkEU. Vildt? ne spe

mayo!?

you can ask all of these

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 bedroom and closing

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 get dressed?

as I ask, 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 hurriedly pull on

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

sneakers, not bothering to tie the laces.

the messages,” he says softly, rubbing his thumb over my cheek and looking into my eyes. “Are you going to be all right? Is there any way

his and shaking my

I realize, suddenly, that of

it. “Come on,” I say, moving away from Hank.

going to rip it down,” I hear Roger growl, disgruntled, but I

breezing past him.

with me. We pass through

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

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