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?”

nods, smiling

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

“Because if it was me, she’d be telling you to get some new

my arm, tugging me

little mate,”

resisting and eyeing the flimsy camping chair

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

break the chair!”

still pulling me closer

he’ll

standing up and tugging myself out of his grasp a little. “I have

Roger scowls, but he lets me go – watching me as I move to

out a couple of

the fire and then

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

sitting gracefully

of the blankets, pulling me

clever little doctor

hands on Roger’s face for a

bringing my mouth to his and kissing him,

that he knows just how – much

– But god,

swaggering, adorable, sweet bit

he kisses me back, taking deep breaths

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

a little bit. Even

we can both feel, that we

and Sinclair do.

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

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

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

moment.

say quietly, thinking back on

to ask

mind.

think I’m your

little, ” Yeah, Cora,” he says, as if it’s a

made that pretty clear –

look up at him a little, to let him

I’m your…your mate mate. Like…fated

says, his eyebrows raising a little.

you seriously

hadn’t known there was something to know.”

are you talking about?”

didn’t feel it?” he says, turning his head and watching me

in the rain, outside the

start to get frustrated. “Feel

a real laugh, a big

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

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

a long time, because I didn’t think

when you ran

– ”

I protest, slapping his chest, “I was really

murmurs, nudging me with his nose. “But you

Anyway I knew for sure, because that’s when it snapped into place.

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