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-

shirt. And then Roger turns slowly and looks at me, taking me in from head to toe in my bathrobe. He doesn’t

his silence left as I slamming the door shut and stalking forward to give

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

hour –”

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– 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

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

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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 you about what happened that day

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go – you can ask all

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

crisis. I hand Hank my phone as I move to my dresser. “Can you give me a

me, skipping through the ones that he deems less important. Overall I get the gist and my heart wrenches to think of what

Roger shouts, banging on my door, interrupting one of Hank’s readings.

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

and looking into my eyes. “Are you going to be all right? Is there

sigh, lifting my hand to cover his and shaking my head a little.

pound comes again and I realize, suddenly, that of course Roger has wolf hearing and is using

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

Roger growl, disgruntled, but I just roll my

I ask,

me. We pa*s through the door together and then

say, giving him a smile as I lean down

even as I concentrate on

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