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”

I shake my head. “Then it must be a tiny

she’d be telling you to get some new

my arm, tugging

he

flimsy camping

werewolf form, let alone both of us. “We’ll break the

–

he murmurs, still pulling me closer and making me laugh. “Sinclair’s rich he’ll

another.”

myself out of his grasp

–

me as I move to the camping supplies and pull out a couple of blankets. He continues

a moment and then sitting gracefully down in the middle of the blankets, pulling me down into

hands on Roger’s face for a second, looking seriously at him before bringing my mouth to his and kissing him, letting myself

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fight, and we

–

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of him every arrogant, swaggering, adorable, sweet bit

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

as he keeps his arms. wrapped tight around me. And we’re quiet for a little bit, staring at the fire, just happy to be here with each other Happy to have this

quietly, thinking back on Ella’s

ask whatever question is floating

you think I’m your

a little “Yeah, Cora,” he says, as if it’s a stupid question, “I think we’ve made that pretty clear

know that I’m serious. “Do you think I’m your..your

Then he grins at me and laughs. “Wait,

don’t know?”

confused – I hadn’t known there was something to

about?”

his head and watching me curiously. “That

rain, outside

as I start to get frustrated. “Feel what?” I

a real laugh, a big one that shakes

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

though…well, I also denied it for a long time, because

that day when you ran like an

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