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.

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

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

my

here, little

and eyeing the flimsy camping chair he’s sitting in.

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

break the chair!”

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

– he’ll

out of his grasp a little. “I

scowls, but he lets me go – watching me as

out a couple of blankets. He continues to

before the fire and then gesture towards them,

concedes, standing up for a moment and

sitting gracefully

the blankets, pulling me down into his

better, clever little

moment to place my hands on Roger’s face

at him before bringing my mouth to his and kissing him,

hoping – quite desperately that he knows just

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

sweet bit of him

around me as he kisses

he’s been waiting to do this all day. And

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

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

and Sinclair do.

few moments, resting my head against

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

with each other.

moment.

thinking back

he says, inviting me to ask

mind.

think I’m your

Yeah, Cora,” he says, as if

think we’ve made that pretty clear

him a little, to let him know that I’m

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

little. Then he

seriously

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

are you talking about?”

he says, turning his head and watching

forest, in the rain, outside

start to

real laugh, a big one that shakes his whole

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

for a while for a long time, even

a long time, because I didn’t think my mate

I knew for absolute sure that day when you ran like

– ”

his chest, “I was

he murmurs, nudging me with his nose. “But

because that’s when it snapped into place.

me, Cora? We’re end game. At least, on my side.