Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate

Chapter 337 – Fatherhood

Cora

I don’t really notice when Ella leaves. I’m too busy crying.

I think I scare Roger again when I start, because it’s just a few tears at first, but then suddenly I’m blubbering against his shoulder because it feels like every single emotion I’ve ever had – every single one – is racing through me at once.

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“Cora,” Roger whispers, concerned, pulling me to him. But when I don’t stop he just holds me tight, shushing me and rubbing a hand up and down my back. Then, when I continue, he slowly walks backwards with me in his arms until his legs hit the bed, and then he sits down, pulling me into his lap, and lays back, taking me with him.

I start to calm down then, curled against Roger’s body, breathing in the warm scent of him as he makes soft comforting noises and kisses my head and whispers to me that it’s all right and that I’m lovely.

I’m embarrassed when I get myself together – seriously, the guy finds out that he’s going to be a dad and all I do is cry about it for five solid minutes – but when I look up at him he gives me a gentle smile, like he doesn’t mind at all.

“I’m so sorry, Roger,” I murmur.

“What?” he asks. “Cora, I’m the one who grabbed you and flipped out and spontaneously transformed into my wolf in a panic –”

“Yes,” I concede, nodding, but still feeling guilty. “But Roger, I didn’t call you for five days

“That’s all right Cora,” Roger replies, dismissing it way too easily as he strokes my hair.

And I shake my head at him as I realize that he’s just completely overwhelmed by his excitement about the baby right now – that he’s willing to forgive me anything in this moment because he’s not thinking straight. But then his hand pauses on my hair and I see him start to figure it out. “Wait,” he says, hesitating and looking at me more seriously. “Cora, why didn’t you call me for five days?”

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answer, holding his eyes but blushing regardless, not wanting – at all – to talk about my other sex partners with my mate. Especially now, when he’s probably newly volatile and protective with his new dad

Roger…until you came into this room right now, and sensed your connection? I thought

he stares at me. Then,

the logical thing to think at the time. I can’t smell the baby’s bloodline, and had no reason to assume that I – unlike literally any other human woman

staring the ceiling and I think sorting through his own feelings.

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what to say. I didn’t want to face it, especially if it meant…” I bite my lip, not wanting to

think I would leave you?” Roger asks, his voice quiet, looking down at me now.

answer, honest. “Would you

it would have been…incredibly difficult for me. And I love you – I don’t think I’d ever find another mate – but,” he sighs

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an incredible strain on our

sit quietly, looking at him for a few moments. “But,” I say after a long pause. “It’s…not someone else’s child. It’s yours.” The words are shaky as they fall from my mouth, because I still can’t believe

right,” Roger replies, moving his hand down his face and looking at me, a little smile on his mouth. “So…do we even need

you want to?”

he

to the side. “Do you forgive me? For…sleeping with

well, considering that I’m laying on his chest. Then he takes my face in his hands again. “There’s nothing to forgive. I don’t I don’t care if

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slept with Hank two days before I slept with Roger. But as I look up into Roger’s eyes I realize that that’s a completely human emotion – that wolves, unlike humans, are not precious about chastity or

slowly from side to side as he stares at me, “is our future. All right? Me, you, and this… weird little

my stomach again, suddenly scared that Roger can smell something strange

“No, Cora –‘