Surrogate For Alpha Dom

Chapter 388

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

it must be a tiny imposter,” I

she’d be telling you to get some new material

and grabbing my arm, tugging me closer. ”

little

the flimsy camping

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

break the chair!”

still pulling me closer and making me laugh.

he’ll

out of his grasp a little.

but he lets me go – watching me

a couple of blankets. He continues to watch as

before the fire and then gesture towards

“Better,” he concedes, standing

sitting gracefully

of the blankets, pulling me down

better, clever little doctor

a moment to place my hands on Roger’s face for a

my mouth to his

– quite desperately that he

– But god, god how I love

adorable, sweet bit

as he kisses

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

that…perhaps he knows, a little bit.

bond that we can both feel, that we can pass messages

and Sinclair do.

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

around me. And we’re quiet for a

to be here with each other. Happy to have

moment.

thinking back on Ella’s conversation we

he says, inviting me to ask whatever

mind.

you think I’m your

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

we’ve made

to look up at him a little,

I’m your…your mate mate. Like…fated mate. Instead

says, his eyebrows raising a little. Then he grins

seriously

I hadn’t known

are you talking about?”

he says, turning his head and watching

the forest, in the

frown deepens as I start to

big one

at me with a gentle

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

I didn’t

that day when you

– ”

protest, slapping his chest,

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

sure, because that’s when it snapped into place.

game. At least, on my side. But,” he considers

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