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.

–

“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-

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

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

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

hour –”

—

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

1. do.

–

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

–

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

up at 1,

mayo!?

almost yells. “God, Cora, let’s go – you can ask

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

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 do

nods, brisk, and does 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 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 –

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

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 hand to my

rubbing his thumb over my cheek and looking into

sigh, lifting my hand to cover his and shaking my head a little. “Thank you,

I realize, suddenly, that of course Roger has

my eyes, but then I nod towards it. “Come on,” I say, moving

hear Roger growl, disgruntled, but I

I ask,

snarls, walking swiftly to keep up with me. We pa*s through the door together and then awkwardly wait for Hank to

a smile as I lean down to lock my apartment door. “For the

even as I concentrate on my keys. “You’ll let me

suddenly I’m almost yanked off my