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?”

smiling at me.

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

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

little and grabbing my

here, little mate,”

the flimsy camping chair he’s sitting in.

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

break the chair!”

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

– he’ll buy

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

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

and pull out a couple of blankets. He

out before the fire and then gesture towards them, another

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

sitting gracefully

blankets, pulling me down into his lap as he does

clever

moment to place my hands

before bringing my mouth to his and kissing him, letting

desperately that he knows just how – much I

– But god, god how I love

adorable, sweet bit of

around me as he kisses me back,

finally home, like he’s been waiting

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

can both feel, that we can pass

and Sinclair do.

a few moments, resting my head against his chest as

wrapped tight around me. And we’re quiet for

here with each other. Happy to

moment.

quietly, thinking back on Ella’s

to ask whatever question

mind.

think I’m

little, ” Yeah, Cora,” he says,

we’ve made that

to look up at him a little, to let him know that

I’m your…your mate mate.

a little. Then he grins at me and

you seriously

– I hadn’t known there was something to

are you talking about?”

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

out in the forest, in the rain, outside the

to get

laugh, a big

a gentle smile. “You’re my mate. Truly.

a while

I didn’t think my

when you

– ”

his chest, “I was

his nose. “But you

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

end game. At least, on my side.