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-

he sees Hank standing in the doorway to my bedroom, pulling on his shirt. And then Roger turns slowly and looks at me, taking me in from head to toe in

Roger?!” I hiss, filling the void that his silence left as I slamming the door shut and stalking forward to give him a shove.

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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it and see that Roger

1. do.

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grasp the whole situation – but there’s something about Rafe, and kidnapping, and a note “Is the baby

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

1,

mayo!?

let’s go – you can ask all of these questions in

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 a not–too–gentle nudge back into the bedroom and closing the door behind

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

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

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

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

and looking

to cover his and shaking my head a little. “Thank

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

the door, hate in my eyes, but then I nod towards it. “Come on,” I say, moving away from

I hear Roger growl, disgruntled,

ask, breezing

up with me. We pa*s through the door

a smile as I lean down to lock my apartment door. “For the food

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

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