Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate by Caroline Above Story

#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.

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“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, Cora!”

“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-

sees Hank standing in the doorway to my bedroom, pulling on his shirt. And then Roger turns slowly and

here, Roger?!” I hiss, filling the void that his silence left as I slamming the door shut and stalking forward to give him a shove.

as he blatantly ignores Hank. “It’s a crisis – Ella and

hour –”

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to it and grab it and see that Roger is right that Ella has been calling me

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heart suddenly in my throat. I can’t grasp

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“God, Cora, let’s go – you

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

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.

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

interrupting one of Hank’s readings. “Seriously!? What’s taking so long! Let’s

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

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

my hand to cover his and shaking my head a

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

glare at the door, hate in my eyes, but then I nod towards it. “Come on,” I say, moving away from Hank. “We’d better get moving before he rips it

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

ask, breezing past

We pa*s through the door

a smile as I lean down to lock

can hear the smile in his voice even as I concentrate on my keys. “You’ll

him, but suddenly I’m almost yanked off my feet by someone grabbing my hand