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-

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

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

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 phone

hour –”

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looking 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 quickly flick through them, glancing at

1. do.

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in fear, my heart suddenly in my throat. I can’t grasp the whole situation – but

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his hand around my upper arm, “but they need you. It’s something

1, SIUCkEU.

mayo!?

you can ask all of these questions

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

going 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

and does as I ask, reading some of 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

my door, interrupting one of Hank’s readings.

bothering to tie the laces. Then, I stand up, tucking my hair behind my ears as Hank crosses the room to

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

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

yell and a single pound comes again and I realize, suddenly, that of course Roger has wolf hearing and is using it to spy

towards it. “Come

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

I ask, breezing past

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

down to lock my apartment door. “For the food and…the

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

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