Chapter Chapter 312: Reinforcements
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.
“What the hell is that,” Hank gasps, sitting up and whipping his head to look towards the front of
“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
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
He freezes and goes silent, though, the moment 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 my bathrobe. He doesn’t say a word, rendered, apparently, speechless.
“What are you doing here, Roger?!” I hiss, filling the void that his silence left as I slamming the door
shut and stalking forward to give him a shove. “You scared the hell out of us!”
“Cora, damn it,” Roger growls, snapping out 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 for an
“What?!” 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 right that Ella has been calling me for the past
hour, as well as sending texts. I quickly flick through them, glancing at Roger as I
“What’s what’s this all about “I stutter in fear, my heart suddenly in my throat. I can’t grasp the whole
situation – but there’s something about Rafe, and kidnapping, and a note “Is the baby –”
“He’s fine 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
happened that day –”
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“Yes!” he almost yells. “God, Cora, let’s go – you can ask all of these questions in the car!”
I sense 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 door behind us.
“What’s 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 I move to my dresser. “Can you give me a
summary of Ella’s texts as I get dressed? I can’t do both at once.”
Hank nods, brisk, 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 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 for her –
“Cora!” Roger shouts, banging on my door, interrupting one of Hank’s readings. “Seriously!? What’s
taking so long! Let’s go!”
“I’m COMING!” I shout towards 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 as Hank crosses the room to me and hands me my phone, lifting one hand to my face.
“That’s 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 I can help?”
“No,” I sigh, lifting my hand to cover his and shaking my head a little. “Thank you, Hank, but –”
“Cora!” The yell and a single pound comes again and I realize, suddenly, that of course Roger has wolf
hearing and is using it to spy on our conversation.
I glare at the door, hate in my eyes, but then I nod towards it. “Come on,” I say, moving away from
Hank. “We’d better get moving before he rips it down.”
“I’m not going to rip it down,” I hear Roger growl, disgruntled, but I just roll my eyes and pull the door
“Ready?” I ask, breezing past him.
“I’ve been ready,” he snarls, walking swiftly to keep up with me. We pass through the door together and
then awkwardly wait for Hank to catch up.
“Thanks, Hank,” I say, giving him a smile as I lean down to lock my apartment door. “For the food and…
the nice time.”
“Anytime, Cora,” he replies, and I can hear the smile in his voice even as I concentrate on my keys.
“You’ll let me know how it goes?”
“Of course I will “I respond, turning towards him, but suddenly I’m almost yanked off my feet by
someone grabbing my hand and tugging me with them.
“Oh my god,” Roger groans, hauling me away from Hank and down the hall. “Cora let’s go!”
Let go of me!
Ciy, Smackiу at mane, but it aves mommy. I remember to tum allu wave to Hank as we turn the corner
towards the stairs. Hank awkwardly returns my wave as he watches Roger and I disappear.
Roger, predictably, does not let go of me and I almost have to jog behind him as he strides down the
stairs and out to the parking lot where his car is still running.
“Is Rafe being kidnapped right now?” I ask, angry, moving fast towards the passenger seat when he
lets go of my hand. “What’s the rush?”
“The rush,” Roger replies, glaring at me as he and I simultaneously sink into our seats and close the
doors behind us, “is that our nephew is in danger, and our siblings want us there now.”
“Fine,” I reply, sneering at him a bit as I buckle my seat belt. “Drive on. Try not to get us killed on the
Roger doesn’t reply, just peels out of the parking lot and heads down the dark road at breakneck
speed. I’m pinned back into my seat but am surprised to find that I’m not at all scared. Somehow, I trust
Rodger’s reflexes and his driving skills. I trust that he knows what he’s doing.
“God,” Roger says, rolling down the window and huffing out a breath of disgust.
“What?” I ask, inclined to be angry but curious about what he hell could bother him now. He got me into
the car in less than five minutes, didn’t he? What could possibly be wrong?
“You smell like him,” Roger growls, revulsion and…something else thick on his words. “He’s all
over you. Gross.”
I stare at Roger for a second, appalled, and then I can’t help the little smile that creeps onto my lips,
“Don’t be jealous,” I murmur, my words barely audible as I turn to look out the window and watch
the scenery pass.
But with that wolf hearing? I know he hears me. And I see the effect of my words in the window’s
reflection as I watch him flinch.
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