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

my head. “Then it must be a tiny imposter,”

was me, she’d be telling you to get some

little and grabbing my arm, tugging me closer. ”

over here, little

the flimsy camping chair he’s sitting in.

huge werewolf form,

break the chair!”

pulling me closer

he’ll buy

myself out of his grasp a little. “I have

idea,” Roger scowls, but he lets me go – watching

couple of blankets.

the fire and then gesture towards them, another

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

sitting gracefully

the blankets, pulling me down into his lap as he

better, clever little

place my hands on

bringing my mouth to his and kissing him,

it, hoping – quite desperately that he knows just

fight, and we tease – But god, god how I love this man. All of

swaggering, adorable, sweet

around me as he kisses me back, taking deep

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

knows, a little bit. Even if we don’t

we can both feel, that we can pass

and Sinclair do.

break the kiss after a few moments, resting my head against his

tight around me. And we’re

here with each other. Happy to have

moment.

say quietly, thinking back on Ella’s conversation

ask whatever question is floating

mind.

you think

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

“I think we’ve made that pretty

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

think I’m your…your mate mate.

a little. Then he grins at me and laughs.

you seriously

frown at him, confused – I hadn’t known there

are you talking about?”

feel it?” he says, turning his head

in the forest, in the

to

laughs then, a real laugh, a big one that shakes his whole

at me with a gentle smile. “You’re my

it for a while for a

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

when you ran like an idiot

– ”

protest, slapping his chest,

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

sure, because that’s when it

We’re end game. At least, on my