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-

on his shirt. And then Roger turns slowly and

silence left as I slamming the door shut and stalking forward to give him a shove. “You

out of his shock and turning his attention to me as he blatantly ignores Hank. “It’s a crisis – Ella and Sinclair have been blowing up your

hour –”

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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 as

1. do.

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can’t grasp

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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 you about what

1, SIUCkEU. Vildt?

mayo!?

let’s go – you can ask all of these questions

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 my bedroom

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

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

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

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

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

hand to cover his and shaking my head a little. “Thank you, Hank, but

and a single pound comes again and I realize, suddenly, that of

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

not going to rip it down,” I hear Roger growl, disgruntled, but I just roll my eyes and

ask, breezing

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

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

replies, and I can hear the smile in his voice even as I concentrate on my

towards him, but suddenly I’m almost yanked off