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-

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

slamming the door shut and stalking forward to give

blatantly ignores Hank. “It’s a crisis – Ella and Sinclair have been blowing up your

hour –”

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

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all about “I stutter in fear, my heart suddenly in my throat. I can’t grasp the whole situation – but there’s something about Rafe, and kidnapping, and a note “Is the baby

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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

SIUCkEU. Vildt?

mayo!?

Cora, let’s go – you can ask all of these questions in the car!”

worry 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 a not–too–gentle nudge back into the bedroom and

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

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 some sporty leggings and

interrupting one of Hank’s readings. “Seriously!? What’s

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 me and hands me my

cheek and looking into my eyes. “Are you going to be all right? Is there any

shaking my head

suddenly, that of course Roger has wolf hearing and

nod towards it. “Come on,” I

down,” I hear Roger growl, disgruntled, but I just

ask, breezing

me. We pass

Hank,” I say, giving him a smile as I lean down to lock my apartment door. “For the food and…the nice time.”

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