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-

on his shirt. And then Roger turns slowly and

as I slamming the door shut and stalking forward to give him a shove. “You scared the

to me as he blatantly ignores Hank. “It’s a crisis – Ella and Sinclair have been blowing up

hour –”

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

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

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sense his fury, his 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

Hank asks, all steady cool and deliberation. I glance at him, my stomach warming. At least he’s good in a crisis. I hand Hank my phone as I move to

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

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

laces. Then, I stand up, tucking

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

lifting my hand to cover his and shaking

single pound comes again and I realize, suddenly, that of course Roger has wolf hearing and is using it to spy on our conversation.

on,” I say, moving away from Hank. “We’d better get moving

not going to rip it down,” I hear Roger growl, disgruntled,

I ask, breezing

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

lean down to lock

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