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-

my bedroom, pulling on his shirt. And then Roger turns slowly and looks at me, taking me in

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

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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I gasp, 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

1. do.

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

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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

1,

mayo!?

– you can

his fury, his worry and his impatience, but all 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 bedroom door, giving Hank a not–too–gentle nudge back into the bedroom and closing the

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 give me a summary of Ella’s texts as I get dressed? I can’t do both

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. After all that she went through with the pregnancy, I had

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

the door, fed up with his impatience. “God damn Alpha bullshit…” I mutter as I pull on my sneakers, not bothering to tie the laces. Then, I stand up, tucking my hair behind my ears

his thumb over my cheek and looking

cover his and shaking my head a little. “Thank you, Hank, but

suddenly, that of course Roger has wolf hearing and is using it

at the door, hate in my eyes, but then I nod towards it. “Come on,”

not going to rip it down,” I hear Roger growl, disgruntled, but I just roll my eyes and pull the

I ask, breezing

up with me. We pa*s through the door together and then awkwardly wait for

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

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

turning towards him, but suddenly I’m almost yanked