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.

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 hell

blatantly ignores Hank. “It’s a crisis – Ella and Sinclair have been blowing up your phone for

looking all over – and then finally spotting my phone, wedged between the pillows of the couch. I dash to it and grab it and see that Roger is right – that Ella has been calling me

my heart suddenly in my throat. I can’t grasp

Roger growls, moving close to me and wrapping his hand around my upper arm, “but they need you. It’s something about

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

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

crisis. I hand Hank my phone as I move to my dresser. “Can you give me a summary of Ella’s texts as I get dressed? I can’t

through the ones that he deems less important. Overall I get the gist and my heart wrenches to think of what my

interrupting one of

not bothering to tie the laces. Then, I stand up, tucking my hair behind

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

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

pound comes again and I realize, suddenly, that of course Roger has wolf hearing and is

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

rip it down,” I hear Roger growl, disgruntled, but I just

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

giving him a smile as I lean down to lock my apartment door. “For the food and…the

replies, and I can hear the smile in his voice even