Surrogate For Alpha Dom

Chapter 388

Chapter 388: What Kind of Mate?

Cora

“They think they’re being subtle,” I whisper, smiling as Sinclair closes the RV’s

door behind him, the last to ” disappear” from our little circle around the fire.

“I’m not complaining,” Roger murmurs, slipping an arm around my shoulder.

“Are you, little mate?”

I laugh lightly at the nickname, shaking my head at him. “It still doesn’t work,

Roger,” I say, leaning closer to him, though the camping chairs make it hard to

get as close as I’d like to be. “I’ve told you before – I’m not little.”

“Sure you are,” he replies, grinning at me.

“I’m not!” I say, laughing. “Ella’s the little one,” I continue, “I’m tall – I’m not -”

“You’re little to me,” he interrupts, moving his chair closer so that he can tuck his

face between my neck and my shoulder, breathing deeply in – I think savoring

the way that I smell, which sends a little thrill through me. I lower my own head

and breathe in Roger’s own unique scent, letting it flood my senses.

God, does he even know how good he smells? Though he probably does – his

sense of smell far outstrips mine.

“What do you mean?” I ask. “Little to you?”

He lifts his head so he can look into my face, only inches from me now. You’re

little to me, Cora,” he replies, in that you’re…I don’t know. Quite precious. The

way I think of you – I don’t know, I don’t want you to be insulted, but I think of

you as…very small,”

“What?” I ask, confused, “why?”

“Because,” he says seriously, shrugging a little, “you’d have to be very tiny, to

make a home out of my heart,” he says, tapping lightly at his chest. “As you

have done.”

A broad smile stretches across my face and I laugh a little, even though I’m

deeply touched at what he’s said. ” Really?” I ask. “That’s what you think of

me?”

“Mmhmm,” he says, turning his head a little and considering me from different

angles. “My little mate, who I carry around all day in my heart. Even when you’re

not physically around I keep you in here. I talk to you, send all kinds of

messages. Tell you little jokes.” you I grin. “Do I think they’re funny?”

smiling at

must be a tiny imposter,” I joke,

she’d be telling you to get some new

my arm,

here, little mate,” he

eyeing the flimsy

it can hold his huge werewolf form, let alone both of

break the chair!”

he murmurs, still pulling me closer and making me laugh.

he’ll

standing up and tugging myself out of his grasp a little. “I have

Roger scowls, but he lets me go

supplies and pull out a couple of

before the fire and then gesture

concedes, standing up

sitting gracefully

pulling me down into his

better, clever little doctor

take a moment to place my hands on Roger’s face for a second,

at him before bringing my mouth to

into it, hoping – quite desperately that he knows just how – much

– But god, god how

adorable, sweet

he kisses me back,

so like he’s finally home, like he’s

little bit.

both feel, that we can pass messages

and Sinclair do.

moments, resting my head against his chest

around me. And we’re quiet for a

the fire, just…happy to be here with each other. Happy

moment.

say quietly, thinking back on Ella’s conversation we had

says, inviting me to ask

mind.

think I’m your

” Yeah, Cora,”

“I think we’ve made that pretty

him a little, to let him know that

I’m your…your mate mate.

little. Then he grins

seriously don’t

him, confused – I hadn’t known

are you talking about?”

didn’t feel it?” he says, turning his

in the forest, in the rain,

to get frustrated. “Feel what?” I

a real laugh, a big one that shakes his whole

me with a gentle smile. “You’re my

a while for a

long time, because I didn’t think my mate could be

I knew for absolute sure that day when you ran

– ”

his chest, “I

his nose. “But you were also being

because that’s when it snapped

least, on my side.

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