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

“Then it must be a

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

a little and grabbing my arm,

over here, little mate,”

I laugh, resisting and eyeing the flimsy camping chair he’s sitting

like it can hold his huge werewolf form, let

break the chair!”

pulling me closer and making me laugh.

he’ll

and tugging myself out

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

and pull out a couple of blankets.

two out before the fire and then

he concedes, standing up for

sitting gracefully

blankets, pulling me down into his lap as he does

better, clever little doctor

hands

him before bringing my mouth to his and kissing him, letting

quite desperately that he knows just how – much

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

arrogant, swaggering, adorable, sweet bit

he kisses

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

thinking that…perhaps he knows, a little

bond that we can both feel, that we can pass messages along, like

and Sinclair do.

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

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

to be here with

moment.

thinking back on Ella’s conversation we

says, inviting me to ask whatever question is floating

mind.

think

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

think we’ve made

at him a little, to let

think I’m your…your mate mate. Like…fated mate. Instead

little. Then he

seriously

confused – I hadn’t known there was something to

are you talking about?”

says, turning his head and watching me curiously.”

in the rain,

to get

a real laugh, a big one

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

I’ve suspected it for a while

denied it for a long time, because I didn’t think my mate could be

for absolute sure that day when you ran like an idiot out of the

– ”

his chest, “I was really

me with his nose. “But you were

Anyway I knew for sure, because that’s when it

At least, on my