The Mystical Attraction of Alpha

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 hiss, filling the void that his silence left as I slamming the door shut and stalking

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

to it and grab it and see that Roger is right – that Ella

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

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

The sperm months ago!?” “Yes!” he almost yells. “God, Cora, let’s go – – you can ask

me is defiance. “Fine!” I shout. “God, Roger, give me ten seconds! Obviously I’m coming!” I rip my arm from

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 my dresser. “Can you give me a summary of Ella’s

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

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

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 phone, lifting one

softly, rubbing his thumb over my cheek and

to cover his and shaking my head a little. ” Thank you,

yell and a single pound comes again and I realize, suddenly, that of course Roger has wolf hearing and is using it

glare at the door, hate in my eyes, but then I nod towards it. “Come on,” I say, moving away

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

been ready,” he snarls, walking swiftly to keep up with me. We pass through the door together and then awkwardly wait for Hank

a smile as I lean down to lock my apartment

his voice even as