Surrogate For Alpha Dom

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?”

nods, smiling at me.

shake my head. “Then it must be a tiny imposter,”

me, she’d be telling you to

grabbing my arm, tugging me

here, little mate,”

resisting and eyeing the flimsy camping chair

huge werewolf form, let alone both of us.

break the chair!”

murmurs, still pulling me closer and making

he’ll

myself out of his grasp a

scowls, but he lets me go – watching

supplies and pull out a couple of blankets. He

and then gesture towards them, another

under my arm. “Better,” he concedes, standing up for a moment

sitting gracefully

the middle of the blankets, pulling me down into his lap as he

clever

place my hands on Roger’s face for

mouth to his

hoping – quite desperately that he knows just how

we tease – But god, god how I love this man.

arrogant, swaggering, adorable, sweet

tighten around me as he

he’s finally home, like he’s been waiting to do this all day.

that…perhaps he knows, a little bit. Even

bond that we can both feel, that we can pass

and Sinclair do.

after a few moments, resting my head against his chest as

tight around me. And we’re quiet for a little bit,

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

moment.

I say quietly, thinking back

he says, inviting me to ask whatever question is floating through

mind.

you think

Yeah, Cora,” he says, as if it’s a

made

I say, turning to look up at him a little, to let him know that I’m

your…your mate mate. Like…fated mate.

his eyebrows raising a little.

seriously don’t

hadn’t known there

are you talking about?”

says, turning

the forest, in the rain, outside the

as I start to get frustrated.

a real laugh, a big one that shakes his whole frame. “Cora,”

a gentle smile. “You’re my

suspected it for a while for a long time, even though… well,

a long time, because I

when you ran like an idiot

– ”

I protest, slapping his chest, “I

his nose. “But

knew for sure, because that’s when it snapped into

me, Cora? We’re end game. At least, on my side.