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

it must be a

if it was me, she’d be telling you

my arm, tugging me closer. ” Get

here, little mate,” he snarls

eyeing the flimsy camping chair he’s sitting

hold his huge werewolf form, let alone both

break the chair!”

it,” he murmurs, still pulling me closer and

– he’ll

up and tugging myself out of

Roger scowls, but he lets me go –

of blankets. He continues to watch

and then gesture towards them,

he concedes, standing up for a moment

sitting gracefully

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

clever little

hands on Roger’s face for a

him before bringing my mouth to his

hoping – quite desperately that he knows just

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

adorable, sweet bit of

tighten around me as he kisses me back, taking

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

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

bond that we can both feel, that we can

and Sinclair do.

a few moments,

me. And we’re

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

moment.

thinking back on Ella’s

to ask whatever

mind.

you think

a little, ” Yeah, Cora,” he says,

“I think we’ve made that pretty clear

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

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

eyebrows raising a little. Then he grins at

seriously don’t

confused – I hadn’t known there was something to know.”

are you talking about?”

says, turning his head

in the rain,

I start to

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

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

I’ve suspected it for a while for a long time, even though… well,

it for a long time, because I didn’t think my

day when you ran like an idiot out of the

– ”

protest, slapping his chest, “I was really

nudging me with his

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

game. At least,