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

it must be a tiny

me, she’d be telling you to get some new material –

grabbing my arm, tugging me closer. ”

over here, little mate,”

the flimsy camping chair he’s sitting

like it can hold his huge werewolf form,

break the chair!”

it,” he murmurs, still pulling me closer and

– he’ll

tugging myself out of his

Roger scowls, but he lets me go – watching me as I move to

supplies and pull out a couple of blankets.

the fire and

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

sitting gracefully

blankets, pulling me down into his lap

better, clever little doctor

hands on Roger’s face for a second,

my mouth to his

hoping – quite desperately that he knows just

god, god how I love this man. All of

swaggering, adorable, sweet

arms tighten around me as he kisses me back, taking deep breaths

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

knows, a little bit. Even

bond that we can both feel, that we can pass

and Sinclair do.

few moments, resting my head against his chest as

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

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

moment.

say quietly, thinking back on Ella’s conversation we

ask whatever question is floating

mind.

you think

laughing a little, ” Yeah,

“I think we’ve made that pretty clear –

look up at him a little, to let him know that I’m serious.

mate mate. Like…fated mate.

little. Then he grins at me and laughs.

you seriously don’t

confused – I hadn’t known

are you talking about?”

didn’t feel it?” he says, turning his head and watching me curiously.”

forest, in the rain, outside

as I start to get frustrated. “Feel what?”

then, a real laugh, a big one

back at me with a gentle smile. “You’re my

I’ve suspected it for a while for

because I didn’t think my mate could be

absolute sure that day when you ran like an idiot out

– ”

I protest, slapping his chest,

with his nose. “But

for sure, because that’s when it snapped

Cora? We’re end game. At least, on