The Mystical Attraction of Alpha

Cora

When I blink my eyes open, I gasp a little at the gorgeous sight before me. Ocean stretches as far as the eye can see in front of me and there, at the horizon, just the tiniest sliver of a sun can be seen, finally taking its own rest below the horizon.

I look to my left and right and chills stumble down my spine at the beautiful beach that stretches out in each direction – perfect white sand against which the surf lightly crashes, lined with palm trees and scrubby forest with no human buildings in sight.

All of this beautiful, untouched nature makes the super plush beach day bed that I’m sitting on even more incongruous, though, and I laugh a little as I look down it. But my laughter fades as I admire my flowing white dress, and the crisp white sheets, and the amazing warm breeze that brushes against my skin. The bed has four posts from which gauzy fabric flies, and candles are scattered around all of it.

It’s so incredibly beautiful that I lose my breath. And I lose it again when I see the handsome man walking across the beach towards me.

“Hey, gorgeous,” he says, grinning at me with his hands in his pockets. ” Looks like it worked.”

Laughing in wonder now, I shake my head at my mate. “I thought – I thought it was supposed to be a forest!”

Roger shrugs, looking around at the beautiful landscape, the evening breeze lifting his hair. “That’s Ella’s dream state. I guess this is yours.” Then he turns to me, the corner of his mouth lifted into a little smile. “Thanks for letting me in.”

“Come sit!” I say, scooting over to make room. My mate obliges me, seating himself on the bed. I look him over, laughing. “Why are you dressed in linen pants?” I ask, wrinkling my nose.

“You dressed me like this!” he protests, waving a hand at himself. “I have no control!”

“I did not,” I laugh, shaking my head. “You look like you’re going to Margaritaville to listen to some Jimmy Buffet.”

Roger glares at me a little and then closes his eyes, concentrating. Between one blink and the next, his clothing changes so that he’s now in a more familiar black pants and white button- down shirt, though it’s not as crisp as something he might wear with a suit. Definitely more beach casual.

“Oh,” he murmurs, looking down at himself. “I guess it was me.”

his shoulder and his arm. To my surprise, he feels completely corporeal

pleasant shudder passing through his body. Then he takes my chin in one hand and leans in to kiss me, just a soft touch of

say, leaning

back onto the bed and staring up into the sky with a wide smile on his face.” Now we can hang out

Sometimes I will lock you in dream jail

snapping his teeth at me

all around

sitting up next to me

know?” I ask, turning to him, confused. “Haven’t you

which is kind of required for the exercise. I have never done this

He sits up and laughs with me, even though he doesn’t know

taking my face in his hands like he can’t resist and kissing me again between words, ” what’s

one with all of this wolf and shifter stuff!

me and pulling me backwards on the bed with him.

starts to get heavier. “You’re the

placing a knee on either side of him and laying my stomach flat against his. And then I run my hands through his hair, bringing my mouth back to his. “Anytime I

can answer me, simultaneously, Roger and I both gasp, our eyes going wide. “Oh my god,” I say, freezing on

even daring to blink, “did you feel

stomach as

quite suddenly and totally without

It comes again.

single, steady pulse

tears suddenly springing to my eyes. “Seriously, Cora,” Roger says, his voice shaking, and I turn my