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-

Roger turns slowly and looks at

I slamming

turning his attention to me as he blatantly ignores Hank. “It’s a crisis

hour –”

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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,

1. do.

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“I stutter in fear, my heart suddenly in my throat. I can’t grasp the whole

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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 you about what happened that day

up at 1,

mayo!?

yells. “God, Cora, let’s go – you can

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

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

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

of Hank’s readings. “Seriously!?

I shout towards the door, fed up with his impatience. “God damn Alpha bullshit…” I mutter as I pull on my 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

and looking into my eyes. “Are you going to be all right? Is

I sigh, lifting my hand to cover his and shaking my

comes again and I realize, suddenly, that of

then I nod towards it. “Come on,” I say, moving away from Hank. “We’d better get

growl, disgruntled, but I just roll my eyes and pull the

I ask, breezing past

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

say, giving him a smile as I lean down to

smile in his voice even as I concentrate on my keys. “You’ll let me know how it goes?”

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