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.

silence left as I slamming the door shut

and turning his attention to me as he blatantly

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 for the past hour, as well as sending texts. I quickly flick through them,

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

they need you.

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

fury, 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

stomach warming. At least he’s good in a crisis. I hand Hank

as I 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 of what my

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

tie the laces. Then, I stand up, tucking my hair behind my ears as Hank crosses the room to

pretty good summary of the messages,” he says softly, rubbing his thumb over my cheek and looking

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

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

“Come on,” I say,

Roger growl, disgruntled, but I

I ask, breezing past him. “I’ve been ready,” he snarls, walking swiftly to keep up with me. We pass through

as I lean down

his voice even as I concentrate on my keys.