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.

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

pho-

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

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 the

he blatantly ignores Hank. “It’s a crisis

hour –”

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spotting my phone, wedged between the pillows of the couch. I dash to it and grab it and see that Roger is

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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

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

up at 1, SIUCkEU. Vildt?

mayo!?

“God, Cora, let’s go – you can ask all of these questions

my

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 my dresser. “Can

my heart wrenches to think of what my sister is going through as

Roger shouts, banging on my door, interrupting one of Hank’s

mutter as I pull on my sneakers, not bothering to tie the laces. Then, I stand up, tucking my hair

looking into my eyes. “Are you going to be all

to cover his and shaking my head a little. “Thank you, Hank, but –”

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

eyes, but then I nod towards it. “Come on,” I say, moving away from Hank. “We’d better get moving before

I hear Roger growl, disgruntled, but I just roll my eyes and pull

ask, breezing past him.

with me. We pass through the door

as I lean down to lock my

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