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?”

smiling at

it must be a tiny imposter,” I joke,

it was me, she’d be telling

my arm, tugging me closer. ” Get

over here, little mate,”

laugh, resisting and eyeing the

can hold his huge werewolf form, let alone both of

break the chair!”

me closer and

– he’ll buy

standing up and tugging myself out of his grasp a

lets me go – watching me

couple of blankets. He continues to

fire and then gesture

my arm. “Better,” he concedes,

sitting gracefully

the middle of the blankets, pulling me down into

better, clever little

hands on Roger’s face for a second,

mouth to his and

– quite desperately that he knows just how

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

swaggering, adorable, sweet bit of him

around me as he kisses

so like he’s finally home, like he’s been waiting to do

he knows, a little bit. Even

that we can pass

and Sinclair do.

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

tight around me. And we’re quiet for a little bit,

fire, just…happy to be here with each

moment.

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

to ask whatever question is

mind.

think I’m

” Yeah, Cora,” he says, as if it’s

we’ve made that

to look up at him a little, to let him

mate. Like…fated mate.

a little. Then he grins at me and laughs.

you seriously

I hadn’t known

are you talking about?”

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

in the forest, in the

I start to

a real laugh, a big one that shakes his whole

looking back at me with a

for a while for a long time, even though…

I didn’t

absolute sure that day when you ran like an idiot

– ”

his

murmurs, nudging me with his nose. “But you were also

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

At least,

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