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.

I’m looking, likewise catching sight of my wolf in the sand,

likewise sitting up and holding me close against him.

I look at my wolf, at all of the thousand shades of brown that run through her fur, from tawny to chestnut. Because I know that she’s not here to be

says – and I know, instinctually, that

fear, even though this is completely bizarre. When we’re standing, my wolf dances in an eager circle

quickly, both dying to see what she’s

far, another shadow detaches itself from the forest and comes bounding towards us. Roger laughs as his wolf dashes over to us and eagerly presses his head to Roger’s chest, nuzzling against

cool,” Roger murmurs, shooting me a grin before his wolf comes to press his snout into

up to my shoulder and can completely encircle me when he winds himself around my body, as he

to the wolf “soon, soon,” and running my hands through his warm fur. Roger laughs as well and puts his arm around

you he was

for a kiss. But before our lips can meet, my wolf gives another little yip, calling

have no idea what is

I say, peering after

our steps when my wolf stops beside a little patch of green bushes and

wolf stands proudly at her shoulder. We want

front of me, nestled lovingly into a little soft bed of leaves. Roger almost collapses next to me, his hands hitting the sand hard – I think

trembling and my entire body shaking as I reach out towards the incredibly perfect, incredibly tiny little wolf pup sleeping in front of us.

just barely feel the brush of fur against them – though not completely, as if he’s still half out of the dream –

touch him yet, my wolf says, her voice full of love and pride. He is not big enough. But

and I feel his own shock and

yet this…this is his wolf, his soul.