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.

it must be a tiny imposter,” I joke, starting

“Because if it was me, she’d be telling you

my arm, tugging me

here, little

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

hold his huge werewolf form,

break the chair!”

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

he’ll buy

out of his grasp a little. “I

me go – watching me as I

out a couple of blankets. He

before the fire and then gesture towards them, another

my arm. “Better,” he concedes, standing up for a moment and

sitting gracefully

blankets, pulling me down into his lap as he does

clever little

moment to place my hands

at him before bringing my mouth to his

– quite desperately that he knows just

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

arrogant, swaggering, adorable, sweet bit of him

arms tighten around me as he

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

a little

feel, that we can pass messages

and Sinclair do.

kiss after a few moments, resting

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

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

moment.

say quietly, thinking back on Ella’s conversation

ask

mind.

you think I’m your

a little, ” Yeah, Cora,” he

we’ve made that pretty clear –

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

your…your mate mate. Like…fated mate.

raising a little. Then he grins at me and laughs.

seriously

frown at him, confused – I hadn’t known there was

are you talking about?”

says, turning

in the forest, in the rain, outside

deepens as I start to get frustrated. “Feel

laughs then, a real laugh, a big one that shakes

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

I’ve suspected it for a while for a long

for a long time, because I didn’t

absolute sure that day when

– ”

slapping his chest,

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

knew for sure, because that’s when it snapped into

least, on