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

slamming the door shut and stalking

attention to me as he blatantly ignores

hour –”

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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

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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for 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

up at 1, SIUCkEU.

mayo!?

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

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

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

heart wrenches to think of what

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

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

a pretty good summary of the messages,” he says softly, rubbing his thumb over my cheek and looking into my eyes. “Are you going to be all right? Is there any way

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

single pound comes again and I realize, suddenly, that of course Roger has

hate in my eyes, but then I nod towards it. “Come on,” I say, moving away from Hank. “We’d better get

Roger growl, disgruntled, but I just roll my eyes and

ask, breezing

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

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

Cora,” he replies, and I can hear the smile in his voice even as I concentrate on my keys. “You’ll let me

towards him, but suddenly I’m almost yanked off my feet by someone grabbing my hand and