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.

Cora,” he growls, storming past me into

pho-

doorway to my bedroom, pulling on his shirt. And then Roger turns slowly

left as I slamming the door shut

me as he blatantly ignores Hank. “It’s a crisis –

hour –”

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I gasp, looking all over – and then finally spotting my 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

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grasp the whole situation – but there’s something about Rafe, and kidnapping, and a

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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

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mayo!?

he almost yells. “God, Cora, let’s go – you

Roger, give me ten seconds! Obviously I’m coming!” I rip my

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? I can’t do

deems less important. Overall I get the gist and my heart wrenches to think of what my sister is going through as I

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

towards the door, fed 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

summary of the messages,” he says softly, rubbing his thumb over my cheek and looking into my eyes. “Are you going to be all

and shaking my

pound comes again and I realize, suddenly, that of course Roger has wolf hearing and is

eyes, but then I nod towards it. “Come on,” I say, moving away

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

ask, breezing past him.

We pass through the door together and then awkwardly wait for Hank to catch

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

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