Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate

Cora

After a few minutes of this – or maybe an hour, I honestly don’t know how time works here – the baby’s happiness fades away and then into silence. But not in a bad way – more like he just…

“He fell asleep,” Roger murmurs, laughing a little and falling back on the bed, taking me with him since his arms are still wrapped around me.

“It’s too early for the baby to sleep…” I murmur, confused. “That happens around like, the seventh month -”

“All right, Dr. Cora,” Roger mutters, and I can hear him rolling his eyes, even though I can’t see it, which makes me laugh. “Considering that we’re hanging out on a magical dream beach, passing our emotions down a magical bond with our unborn child, I don’t really think that your medical knowledge is coming into play here -”

“Oh shut up,” I murmur, slapping his chest and sighing with contentment. Roger laughs and takes a deep breath of my scent.

“That was amazing,” he whispers. I’ll never forget that as long as I live.”

“Do you think we just felt it because we’re here?” I ask, still likewise thrilled. “Or, will we feel it when we’re awake too?”

“I don’t know,” Roger replies. “But maybe something about being in the dream amplified it. I guess we’ll find out.”

“Yeah,” I say, happy, content. Because as much as I want to feel it all the time, I am also content to wait, to experience all parts of this pregnancy in their own time. “I guess we will.”

And I close my eyes and relax against my mate, little shivers passing through me as he traces his fingers idly over the skin of my back, both of us still marveling in the magic of that incredible first connection with the baby.

But suddenly, something changes. And I open my eyes to see my wolf standing there on the beach, just a short distance away.

softly, starting to sit up. He opens his eyes and looks where I’m looking, likewise catching sight of my

holding me close against him.

thousand shades of brown that run through her fur, from tawny to chestnut. Because I know that she’s not here to be

says – and I know, instinctually, that Roger hears her as

to our feet as we look at each other, laughing. Because neither of us feel an ounce of fear, even though this is completely bizarre. When we’re standing, my wolf dances in an eager circle and then trots away from us along

takes my hand and we follow, walking quickly, both dying to see what

us. Roger laughs as his wolf dashes over to us and

murmurs, shooting me a grin before his wolf comes to press

says as I marvel at his size, at the way he nearly comes up to my shoulder and can completely encircle me when he winds himself around my body,

to the wolf “soon, soon,” and running my hands through his warm fur. Roger laughs as well and puts

you he was annoying,”

to his for a kiss. But before our lips can meet, my wolf gives another little yip, calling

have no idea what is happening,” Roger

say, peering after my

when my wolf stops beside a little patch of green bushes and again turns in her eager circle. Her prancing gets even more eager as we get

Roger’s wolf stands proudly

to my knees in front of the little bundle of fur sleeping there on the beach in front of me, nestled lovingly into a little soft bed of

towards the incredibly

brush of fur against them – though not completely, as if he’s still half out of the

can’t touch him yet, my wolf says, her voice full of love

reaches out too, to try to touch the tiny infant pup, and I feel his own shock and disappointment

haven’t met our baby yet this…this is his