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

silence left as I slamming the door shut and stalking forward to give him a shove. “You scared

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

hour –”

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all over – and then finally spotting 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, as well as sending texts. I

1. do.

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

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hand around my upper arm, “but they need you. It’s something about the sperm bank, they think they want

at 1, SIUCkEU.

mayo!?

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

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

he’s good in a crisis. I hand Hank my

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 this was over for her –

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

as I pull on my sneakers, not bothering to tie the laces.

over my cheek and looking into

I sigh, lifting my hand to cover his and shaking

that of course

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

it down,” I hear Roger growl, disgruntled, but I just roll my eyes and

ask, breezing

up with me. We pa*s through the door together

I say, giving him a smile as I lean down to lock my apartment door. “For the food and…the

he replies, and I can hear the smile in his voice even as

respond, turning towards him, but suddenly I’m almost yanked off