The Mystical Attraction of Alpha

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.

likewise catching sight of my wolf in the sand, staring at us, her tongue hanging happily

likewise sitting up and holding

run through her fur, from tawny

instinctually, that Roger hears her as well. I have something

we look at each other, laughing. Because neither of us feel an ounce of fear, even though this is completely bizarre. When we’re standing,

quickly,

we get far, another shadow detaches itself from the forest and comes bounding towards us. Roger laughs as his wolf dashes over to us and

before

size, at the way he nearly comes up to my shoulder and can completely encircle me when he winds himself around

through his warm fur. Roger laughs as well and puts his arm around my shoulder when his

you he was annoying,” Roger

can meet, my wolf gives another little yip, calling us forward. Confused, but pleased,

have no idea what is happening,”

be good,” I say, peering after my wolf. “She’s

beside a little patch of green bushes and again turns in her

as Roger’s wolf stands proudly at her shoulder. We want to show him to

moan tumbles from my mouth as I fall to my knees in front of the little bundle of fur sleeping there on the beach in front of me, nestled lovingly into

towards the incredibly

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

full of

too, to try to touch the tiny infant pup, and I feel his own shock and disappointment and joy

met our baby yet this…this is his wolf, his