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 at

“Then it must be a tiny imposter,” I joke, starting

telling you to get some new material

my arm, tugging me closer.

little mate,”

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

can hold his huge werewolf form, let alone both

break the chair!”

he murmurs, still pulling me closer

he’ll

up and tugging myself out

lets me go

a couple of blankets. He continues to

and then gesture towards them,

he concedes, standing

sitting gracefully

pulling me down into his lap as

clever

my hands on Roger’s face for a second,

mouth to his and kissing him, letting

it, hoping – quite desperately that he knows just how

tease – But god, god how I

adorable, sweet bit

he kisses me back, taking deep

does so like he’s finally home, like he’s been

a little bit.

feel, that we

and Sinclair do.

kiss after a few moments, resting my head against

And we’re quiet for a little

with each other. Happy to

moment.

say quietly, thinking back on

says, inviting me to ask whatever question is floating through

mind.

you think

Yeah, Cora,” he says, as if it’s

think we’ve made that pretty clear

I say, turning to look up at him a little, to

mate. Like…fated

eyebrows raising a little.

you seriously

confused – I hadn’t known

are you talking about?”

turning his

out in the forest, in the rain,

start to get frustrated. “Feel what?” I

then, a real laugh, a big one that shakes

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

for a while for a

long time, because I

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

– ”

protest, slapping his chest, “I

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

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

Cora? We’re end game. At least, on my side. But,”

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