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”

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

me, she’d be telling you to get some

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

mate,” he snarls

I laugh, resisting and eyeing the flimsy camping chair he’s

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

–

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

another.”

tugging myself out of his

–

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

in the middle of the blankets, pulling me down into his

at him before bringing my mouth to his and kissing him, letting

–

we fight, and

–

–

god how I love this man. All of him every

And I smile, thinking that…perhaps he knows, a little bit. Even if we don’t have a mating bond that we can both feel, that we can pass messages along, like Ella and Sinclair

against his chest 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

thinking back

he says, inviting me to ask whatever question is

you think I’m

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

him know that I’m serious. “Do you think I’m your..your mate mate. Like…fated mate.

he says, his eyebrows raising a little. Then he

don’t know?”

I hadn’t known there was something to know. “What are you

about?”

he says, turning his head and watching

in the rain, outside the

frown deepens as I start to get frustrated.

then, a real laugh, a big one that shakes his whole frame.

mate. Truly. Fated, done deal. I’ve suspected it for a while

also denied it for a long

that day when

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