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 your

pho-

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

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

damn it,” Roger growls, snapping out of his shock and turning his attention to me as he blatantly ignores Hank. “It’s a crisis – Ella and Sinclair have been blowing up your phone

hour –”

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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

  1. do.

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

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his hand 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 happened that day –”

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mayo!?

– you can ask all of these

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

a crisis. I hand Hank my phone as I move to my dresser.

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 a t–shirt. After all that

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

bullshit…” I mutter as I pull on my sneakers, not bothering to tie the laces. Then,

rubbing his thumb over my cheek and looking into my eyes. “Are you going

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

and a single pound comes again and I realize, suddenly, that of course

door, hate in my eyes, but then I nod towards it. “Come on,” I

going to rip it down,” I hear Roger growl, disgruntled, but I just roll my eyes and pull the door open.

I ask, breezing

walking swiftly to keep up with me. We pass through the door together and then awkwardly wait for Hank

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

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