Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate

Chapter 423: Run Away Bride

Cora

As Roger drives down the dark highway, I type out a quick message to Ella on my phone: Hey! I’m going to be MIA for a couple of days. Roger and I are taking some time to ourselves. I’m sorry to leave you hanging with all the work we have to do at the camps will you forgive me?

I bite my lip anxiously when I press send and stare at my phone, waiting for the reply.

“Quit that,” Roger says, glancing at me.

“What?” I ask.

“Worrying about it,” he says, giving a little shrug. “She’s not your boss, Cora.”

“Yeah well, Dominic is your boss,” I point out, raising my eyebrows. “Did you even text him?”

“Nah,” he says, grinning broadly. I’ll let Ella break it to him and just face his wrath when we come back.”

“If we come back,” I say, sufficiently relaxed by his encouragement and leaning back against my chair. “Who knows. Maybe we’ll like eloping so much that we just…stay.”

“I encourage this,” Roger says, laughing. “Thoroughly. We can probably assume new identities, just completely abandon our lives and our responsibilities.”

I laugh at the idea and look at the window, the thrill and excitement of elopement still rushing through me. ” Yeah, but then we won’t get to see Rafe grow up. And little no-name here won’t have his best friend.” I run my hand passively over my stomach, sending a little pulse of happy down the bond to the baby so that he can feel my excitement along with me. But he doesn’t send anything back – probably asleep. Or whatever.

Who knows, with these magical mystery babies Ella and I have. “About that,” Roger says, glancing at me again. “Do you have ideas? For names, for the baby?”

I turn to him, surprised. “Do you know? I actually…don’t.”

his head. “Let me guess. Ella had her names picked out from childhood, and you never

at him, making

for a while before he speaks again. “Well, I have some

I say, sitting up straight and looking at him eagerly.

and tossing me a little glare. ” I think about our child, and his future, and what

names are off the list,

says, immediate, and I burst

“Why Edgar?”

in it is mean to a little

this, agreeing. “All right, Edgar’s off the

second and I reach out, shoving

I want this to be a discussion, so you have to come up with some too. And then we’ll decide

to keep myself from smiling at my secretly-sweet mate. “That’s the most sentimental idea I’ve

this discussion to me as a mating gift,” he says, nodding. “I get to make that

groom wants on his wedding day – that’s what they

and then we continue our journey into the night. Roger reaches out and takes my hand

feeling sentimental and excited

the owner come and open it

knew it

perfect,” Roger says, turning to grin at me over the roof of the car. I smile right back at him, so pleased that he feels precisely as I

– Roger going to the trunk to get our bags and me moving to the door of the little bungalow with the white box under my arm, punching in the code to

little beach house that I’ve ever seen. There’s a little kitchen space off to our left, and a sofa off to the right, but the majority

it the wall of windows that looks directly out onto the beach, and

“Do you like it?”

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