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

must be a tiny imposter,” I

was me, she’d be telling you

little and grabbing my arm, tugging me closer. ”

over here, little mate,” he snarls

the flimsy

can hold his huge werewolf form,

break the chair!”

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

he’ll buy

and tugging myself out of his grasp a little.

scowls, but he lets me go – watching me

supplies and pull out a couple of

out before the fire and then gesture towards

he concedes, standing up for a moment and

sitting gracefully

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

clever little

place my hands on Roger’s face for a

him before bringing my mouth to his and kissing him,

– quite desperately that he knows just how –

tease – But god,

arrogant, swaggering, adorable, sweet bit of him

as he kisses me back, taking deep

home, like he’s been waiting to do

knows, a little bit. Even if we don’t

feel, that we can pass messages along, like

and Sinclair do.

a few moments, resting my head against his chest as

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

be here with each other. Happy to have this

moment.

say quietly, thinking back on

says, inviting me to ask

mind.

you think I’m

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

we’ve made that pretty clear –

to look up at him a little, to let him know that I’m

mate mate. Like…fated mate.

eyebrows raising a little.

you seriously don’t

hadn’t known there was something to

are you talking about?”

he says, turning his head and watching me

in

I start to get frustrated. “Feel

real laugh, a big one that shakes his

at me with a gentle smile. “You’re

for a while for

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

knew for absolute sure that day when you ran like an idiot

– ”

protest, slapping his

me with his nose. “But you were also being

I knew for sure, because

We’re end game. At least, on my side. But,” he considers