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.

He opens his eyes and looks where I’m looking, likewise catching sight of my wolf in the

and holding me close against him.

her fur, from tawny to chestnut. Because I know that she’s

and I know, instinctually, that Roger hears

each other, laughing. Because neither of us feel an ounce of fear, even though this is

quickly, both dying to see

and comes bounding towards us. Roger laughs as his wolf dashes over to us and eagerly presses his head

shooting me a grin before his wolf comes to press his snout into my

nearly comes up to my shoulder and can completely encircle me when he winds himself around my body, as he does now. You

his warm fur. Roger laughs as well and puts his arm around my shoulder when his wolf dashes off towards

was

and turning my face up to his for a kiss. But before our lips can

idea what is happening,” Roger says,

think it’s gonna be good,” I say, peering after my wolf.

patch of green bushes and again turns in her eager circle. Her prancing gets

her tongue lolling as Roger’s wolf stands proudly

front of the little bundle of fur sleeping there on the beach in front of me, nestled lovingly into a little soft bed of leaves. Roger almost collapses next to me, his hands hitting

my voice trembling and my entire body shaking as I reach out towards the incredibly perfect,

fingers out, I barely, just barely feel the brush of fur against them – though not completely,

says, her voice full of love

tiny infant pup, and I feel his own shock and disappointment and joy and wonder as he, too, just

baby yet this…this is his wolf, his soul. And he’s