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.

growls, storming past me into the apartment, “don’t you ever

pho-

in the doorway to my bedroom, pulling on his shirt. And then Roger turns slowly and looks at

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

shock and turning his attention to me as he blatantly

hour –”

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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 through them, glancing at Roger as I

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

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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 of these questions in the

and his 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

At least he’s good in a crisis. I hand Hank my phone as I move to my dresser. “Can you give me a

and my heart wrenches to think of

door, interrupting one of Hank’s readings.

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,

of 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 I can help?”

sigh, lifting my hand to cover his and shaking my head a little. “Thank you,

and I realize, suddenly, that of course Roger has wolf

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

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

I ask, breezing

with me. We pass through

say, giving him a smile as I lean down to lock my apartment door. “For the

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