The Mystical Attraction of Alpha

Chapter 387: 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 you all kinds of messages. Tell you little jokes ”

Ignin “Do I think they’re funny?”

He nods, smiling at me “Always”

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

you to

laughs, growling a little and grabbing my arm, tugging me closer. “Get your ass over

he

laugh, resisting and eyeing the flimsy camping chair he’s sitting in. It

alone both of us. “We’ll

–

me closer and making me laugh. “Sinclair’s

another.”

up and tugging myself out of his grasp a little. “I have a better

–

watching me as I move to the camping supplies and pull out a couple of blankets. He continues to watch as I spread two out before the fire and then gesture towards them, another blanket tucked under

he concedes, standing up for a moment and then sitting gracefully down in the middle of the blankets, pulling me down into his lap as he does so.

hands on Roger’s face for a second, looking seriously at him before bringing my mouth to his and kissing him, letting myself sink into it, hoping quite desperately – that he knows

–

we fight, and we

–

–

of him every arrogant, swaggering, adorable, sweet

so like he’s finally home, like he’s been waiting to do this all day. And I smile, thinking that…perhaps he knows, a little

his arms. wrapped tight around me. And we’re quiet for a little bit, staring at the fire,

thinking back

says, inviting me to ask whatever question

you think I’m

little “Yeah, Cora,” he says, as if

him a little, to let him know that I’m serious. “Do you

eyebrows raising a little. Then he

don’t know?”

known there was something to know. “What

about?”

his head and

in the rain, outside

to get frustrated. “Feel what?”

that shakes his whole

with a gentle smile. “You’re my mate. Truly. Fated, done deal. I’ve suspected

time, even though…well, I also denied it for a

that

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