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

if it was me, she’d be telling you to get

a little and grabbing my arm, tugging me

over here, little

resisting and eyeing the flimsy camping chair he’s sitting

huge werewolf

break the chair!”

he murmurs, still pulling me closer and making me

he’ll buy

myself out of his grasp

idea,” Roger scowls, but he lets me go – watching me

supplies and pull out a couple of blankets. He continues to watch as

the fire and

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

sitting gracefully

the blankets, pulling me down into his lap as he does

better, clever little

place my hands on Roger’s face

bringing my mouth to his and kissing him,

– quite desperately that he knows just

we fight, and we tease – But god, god how

arrogant, swaggering, adorable, sweet

around me as he

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

that…perhaps he knows, a little bit. Even

feel, that

and Sinclair do.

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

arms wrapped tight around me. And we’re quiet for

here with each other. Happy

moment.

back on Ella’s conversation we had

to ask whatever

mind.

think I’m your

he says, laughing a little, ” Yeah, Cora,” he says, as

“I think we’ve made that pretty clear –

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

your…your mate mate. Like…fated mate. Instead

raising a little. Then he grins at me and

you seriously don’t

– I hadn’t known there was

are you talking about?”

didn’t feel it?” he says, turning his head

in the forest, in

to get

a big one that shakes his whole

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

I’ve suspected it for a while for a long time,

long time, because I didn’t think my mate

day when you ran

– ”

his chest, “I was really

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

sure, because that’s when it

least, on my side. But,” he considers