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

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

telling you to get some new material –

my arm, tugging me closer.

over here, little mate,”

and eyeing the flimsy camping chair he’s

like it can hold his huge werewolf form, let

break the chair!”

he murmurs, still pulling me closer and making me

he’ll buy

tugging myself out of his grasp a little. “I

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

of blankets.

fire and then gesture towards them,

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

sitting gracefully

blankets, pulling me down into his lap

clever little doctor

to place my hands on Roger’s face for

bringing my mouth to his

desperately that he knows just how – much I love

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

adorable, sweet bit of

arms tighten around me as he

he’s been

a little bit.

feel, that we

and Sinclair do.

few moments, resting my head against his chest

tight around me. And we’re quiet

to be here with

moment.

thinking back on Ella’s conversation we had

me to ask whatever

mind.

think I’m

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

“I think we’ve made that pretty clear

to look up at him a little, to let him know that

mate mate. Like…fated

a little.

seriously don’t

at him, confused – I hadn’t known

are you talking about?”

he says, turning his

in the forest, in the rain, outside the

deepens as I start to get frustrated. “Feel what?”

big one that shakes his whole

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

for a while for a long time, even though…

because I

day when

– ”

slapping his

his

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

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

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