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

my head. “Then it must be a

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

little and grabbing my arm, tugging me closer. ” Get

little mate,”

and eyeing the flimsy camping

his huge werewolf form, let alone both

break the chair!”

pulling me closer and making me

– he’ll

myself out

idea,” Roger scowls, but he lets me go

of blankets. He continues to

and then gesture towards them,

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

sitting gracefully

the blankets, pulling me down into his lap as he

clever

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

at him before bringing my mouth to

– quite desperately that he knows just how – much

– But god, god how I love this man. All

adorable, sweet bit of

me as he kisses me back, taking deep breaths

finally home, like he’s been

that…perhaps he knows, a little bit.

feel, that we can pass messages along, like

and Sinclair do.

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

around me. And we’re quiet

to be here with each other. Happy to have

moment.

quietly, thinking back on Ella’s conversation we had

says, inviting me to ask whatever question is

mind.

think

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

think we’ve made that pretty clear

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

mate. Like…fated mate. Instead

little. Then

seriously don’t

confused – I hadn’t known there was something to

are you talking about?”

didn’t feel it?” he says, turning

in the forest, in the rain, outside

I start to get frustrated. “Feel

a real laugh, a big one that shakes his whole

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

deal. I’ve suspected it for a while for a long time,

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

sure that day when you ran like an idiot out of

– ”

protest, slapping his chest, “I

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

knew for sure, because

We’re end game. At least, on my side.