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.

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

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

phone, wedged between the pillows of the couch. I dash to it and grab it and see that Roger is right – that Ella

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

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

him, shocked. “What? The sperm months ago!?” “Yes!” he almost yells. “God, Cora, let’s go – – you can ask all of these questions in the

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, giving Hank a not-too- gentle nudge back into the

at him, my stomach warming. At least he’s good in a crisis. I hand Hank my phone

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 she went through with the pregnancy, I had thought this was over for her

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

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 hand to

good summary of the messages,” he says softly, rubbing his thumb over my cheek and looking into my eyes. “Are you going

sigh, lifting my hand to cover his and shaking my

I realize, suddenly, that of course Roger has

towards it. “Come on,” I say, moving away

down,” I hear Roger growl, disgruntled,

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

giving him a smile as I lean down

smile in his voice even as I concentrate on