Surrogate For Alpha Dom

Chapter 388

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

it must be a tiny imposter,” I

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

my arm, tugging me

here, little mate,” he snarls

I laugh, resisting and eyeing the flimsy camping

huge werewolf form, let alone both of us.

break the chair!”

me closer and making me laugh. ”

– he’ll buy

out of his grasp a

go – watching me as

of blankets. He continues to watch as

and then gesture towards them,

my arm. “Better,” he concedes, standing

sitting gracefully

pulling me

clever little doctor

a moment to place my hands on Roger’s face

before bringing my mouth to his and kissing him,

he knows just

tease – But god, god how

arrogant, swaggering, adorable, sweet

me as he

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

he knows, a little

that we can pass messages

and Sinclair do.

break the kiss after a few moments, resting

And

to be here with each other. Happy to

moment.

say quietly, thinking back on Ella’s conversation we had

says, inviting me to ask whatever question is floating

mind.

think I’m

Yeah, Cora,” he

think we’ve made that

at him a little, to let him know that

mate. Like…fated mate. Instead of

a little.

seriously

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

are you talking about?”

feel it?” he says, turning his head and

out in the forest, in the rain, outside the

start to get

then, a real laugh, a big one that shakes

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

for a while for a long time, even

for a long time, because I didn’t think

absolute sure that day when you ran like an

– ”

slapping his chest, “I was really

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

sure, because that’s when it snapped

least,

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