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.

where I’m looking, likewise catching

up and holding me close against him. “Wow,

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

instinctually, that

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

quickly, both

forest and comes bounding towards us. Roger laughs as his wolf

shooting me a grin before his wolf

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

fur. Roger laughs as well

he was

lips can

what

good,” I say, peering after my wolf.

bushes and again turns in her eager circle. Her prancing gets even more eager as we get

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

a moan tumbles from my mouth as I fall 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

entire body shaking as I reach out towards the incredibly perfect, incredibly tiny little wolf pup sleeping in front

the brush of fur against them –

him yet, my wolf says, her voice full of love

the tiny infant pup, and I feel his own shock and disappointment and joy and

yet this…this is his