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.

to sit up. He opens his eyes and looks where I’m looking, likewise catching sight of my wolf in the sand, staring at us, her tongue hanging happily from

up and holding me close

as I look at my wolf, at all of the thousand shades of brown that run through her fur,

instinctually, that Roger hears her as well. I have

even though this is completely bizarre. When we’re standing, my wolf dances in an eager circle

my hand and we follow, walking quickly, both dying

towards us. Roger laughs as his wolf dashes

grin before his wolf comes to press his snout

his size, at the way he nearly comes up to my shoulder and can

Roger laughs as well and puts

he was annoying,”

sighing and turning my face up to his for a kiss. But before our lips can meet, my wolf gives another little yip, calling us

have no idea what

gonna be good,” I say, peering after my wolf. “She’s

quicken our steps when my wolf stops beside a little patch of green bushes and again turns in her eager circle. Her prancing

says, her tongue lolling as Roger’s wolf stands proudly at her shoulder. We want to show him to

lovingly into a little soft

towards the incredibly perfect, incredibly tiny little wolf pup sleeping in front of

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

full of love and pride. He

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

we haven’t met our baby yet this…this is his wolf, his soul. And he’s so, so