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-

my bedroom, pulling on his shirt. And then Roger turns slowly

slamming the door shut and stalking forward

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

hour –”

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to it and grab it and see that Roger is right that Ella has

1. do.

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

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for now,” 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

1, SIUCkEU. Vildt?

mayo!?

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

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 towards my bedroom door, giving Hank a not–too–gentle nudge back into the bedroom

crisis. I hand Hank my phone as I move to

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

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

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

he says softly, rubbing his thumb over my cheek and looking into

my hand to cover his and shaking my

realize, suddenly, that of course Roger has wolf hearing and is using it

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

hear Roger growl, disgruntled, but I just roll

ask, breezing

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

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

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

almost yanked off my feet by someone grabbing my