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-

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

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 Sinclair have been blowing

hour –”

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it and see that Roger is

1. do.

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grasp the whole situation – but there’s something about Rafe, and kidnapping, and a note “Is the baby

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

up at 1,

mayo!?

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

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 towards

Hank asks, all steady cool and deliberation. I glance at him, my stomach warming. At least he’s good in a crisis. I hand Hank my phone 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

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

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

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

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

I realize, suddenly, that of

I nod towards it. “Come

disgruntled, but I just roll my eyes and pull

I ask, breezing

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

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

voice even

I will “I respond, turning towards him, but suddenly I’m almost yanked off my feet by someone grabbing my hand and tugging me