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

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

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

laughs, growling a little and grabbing my arm, tugging

over here, little mate,”

I laugh, resisting and eyeing the flimsy camping chair he’s

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

break the chair!”

murmurs, still pulling me

– he’ll

out

Roger scowls, but he lets me go – watching me

out a couple of

and then gesture towards

“Better,” he concedes, standing up for a

sitting gracefully

me down into his lap

clever little doctor

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

at him before bringing my mouth to his and kissing

that he knows just how

god, god how I love

arrogant, swaggering, adorable, sweet

around me as he kisses me back, taking deep breaths

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

thinking that…perhaps he knows, a little bit. Even if we don’t

both feel, that we

and Sinclair do.

break the kiss after a few moments, resting my head against his

arms wrapped tight around me. And we’re quiet

fire, just…happy to be here with each

moment.

back on Ella’s

ask whatever

mind.

think I’m your

little, ” Yeah,

“I think we’ve made

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

mate. Like…fated mate. Instead

his eyebrows raising a little. Then he grins

seriously don’t

hadn’t known there was

are you talking about?”

says, turning his head and watching

the forest, in the rain,

deepens as I start to get frustrated.

then, a real laugh, a big one that shakes his whole frame.

a

I’ve suspected it for a while for a long

because I didn’t think my mate could

that day when you ran like an idiot out of the

– ”

protest, slapping his chest, “I was

know,” he murmurs, nudging me with his nose. “But you were also

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

Cora? We’re end game. At least,