The Mystical Attraction of Alpha

Chapter 312

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.

“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, Coral”

“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. “God damn it, Cora,” he growls, storming past me into the apartment, don’t you ever check your pho-

He freezes and goes silent, though, the moment he sees 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 to toe in my bathrobe. He doesn’t say a word, rendered, apparently, speechless.

I slamming the door shut and stalking forward to give him a shove.

and turning his attention to me as he blatantly ignores Hank. “It’s a crisis

and see that Roger is right – that Ella has been calling me for the past

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

“but they need you. It’s something about the sperm bank, they think they want to talk

ago!?” “Yes!” he almost yells. “God, Cora, let’s go – – you

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 my bedroom door,

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 my dresser. “Can you give me

wrenches to think of what my sister

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

mutter as I pull on my sneakers, not bothering to tie the laces.

over my cheek and looking into

my hand to cover his and shaking my head a little. ”

and I realize, suddenly, that of course Roger has

then I nod towards it. “Come on,”

it down,” I hear Roger growl, disgruntled, but I just roll my

up with me. We pass through the door together and then awkwardly wait

as I lean down to lock

hear the smile in his voice even as I concentrate on my keys. “You’ll let me know how

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