Surrogate For Alpha Dom

Chapter 409 Touch Just the Faintest

Cora

After a few minutes of this – or maybe an hour, I honestly don’t know how time works here – the baby’s happiness fades away and then into silence. But not in a bad way – more like he just…

“He fell asleep,” Roger murmurs, laughing a little and falling back on the bed, taking me with him since his arms are still wrapped around me.

“It’s too early for the baby to sleep…” I murmur, confused. “That happens around like, the seventh month -”

“All right, Dr. Cora,” Roger mutters, and I can hear him rolling his eyes, even though I can’t see it, which makes me laugh. “Considering that we’re hanging out on a magical dream beach, passing our emotions down a magical bond with our unborn child, I don’t really think that your medical knowledge is coming into play here -”

“Oh shut up,” I murmur, slapping his chest and sighing with contentment. Roger laughs and takes a deep breath of my scent.

“That was amazing,” he whispers. I’ll never forget that as long as I live.”

“Do you think we just felt it because we’re here?” I ask, still likewise thrilled. “Or, will we feel it when we’re awake too?”

“I don’t know,” Roger replies. “But maybe something about being in the dream amplified it. I guess we’ll find out.”

“Yeah,” I say, happy, content. Because as much as I want to feel it all the time, I am also content to wait, to experience all parts of this pregnancy in their own time. “I guess we will.”

And I close my eyes and relax against my mate, little shivers passing through me as he traces his fingers idly over the skin of my back, both of us still marveling in the magic of that incredible first connection with the baby.

But suddenly, something changes. And I open my eyes to see my wolf standing there on the beach, just a short distance away.

and looks where I’m looking, likewise catching sight of my wolf in the

holding me close against him.

reply as I look at my wolf, at all of the thousand shades of brown that run through her fur, from tawny to chestnut. Because

that Roger hears

as we look at each other, laughing. Because neither of us feel an ounce of fear, even though this is completely

and we follow, walking quickly, both dying to see

laughs as his wolf dashes over to us and

a grin before his wolf comes to press his snout into my

as I marvel at his size, at the way he nearly comes up to my shoulder and can completely encircle me when

soon,” and running my hands through his warm fur. Roger laughs as well and puts his arm around my shoulder

he was annoying,”

another little yip, calling us

what is happening,”

think it’s gonna be good,” I say, peering after my wolf. “She’s really

when my wolf stops beside a little patch of green bushes and again turns in her eager circle. Her

come, she says, her tongue lolling as Roger’s wolf stands proudly at her shoulder. We want

as I fall to my knees in front of the little bundle of fur sleeping there on the beach in front of me, nestled lovingly into a little soft bed of leaves. Roger almost

out towards the incredibly perfect, incredibly tiny little wolf pup sleeping in front of us. “Oh,

I reach my fingers out, I barely, just barely feel the brush of fur against them –

my wolf says, her voice full of love and

try to touch the tiny infant pup, and I feel his own shock and disappointment and joy and wonder as

this…this is his