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-

freezes and goes silent, though, the moment he sees Hank standing in the doorway to my bedroom, pulling on his shirt. And then Roger turns slowly and looks

filling the void that his silence left as I slamming the door shut and stalking forward to give him a

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

1. do.

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

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fine for now,” Roger growls, moving close to me and wrapping his hand around my upper arm, “but they need

at 1, SIUCkEU.

mayo!?

you can ask all of

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

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 my dresser. “Can you

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.

interrupting one of

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

of the messages,” he says softly, rubbing his thumb over my cheek and looking into

I sigh, lifting my hand to cover his and shaking

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

it. “Come on,” I say, moving away from Hank. “We’d better get moving before he rips

growl, disgruntled, but I just roll my eyes and

ask,

pa*s through the door together

I lean down to lock my apartment door.

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

almost yanked off my feet by someone grabbing my hand and tugging me with