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-

pulling on his shirt. And then Roger turns slowly and looks at me, taking me in from head to toe

I slamming the door shut and stalking

growls, snapping out of his shock and turning his attention to me as he blatantly ignores

hour –”

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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

1. do.

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“I stutter in fear, my heart suddenly in my throat. I can’t grasp the whole situation – but there’s something about Rafe, and kidnapping, and a note “Is the

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“but they need you. It’s something

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mayo!?

let’s go – you can ask all of these

rip my arm

on?” 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 move 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

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

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

a pretty good 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

that of course Roger has

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

going to rip it down,” I hear Roger growl, disgruntled, but I just roll my eyes

I ask,

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

I lean down to

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

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