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.

where I’m looking, likewise catching sight of my wolf in

holding me

run through her fur, from tawny to chestnut. Because I know that she’s not here to be admired

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

eagerly get to our feet as we look at each other, laughing. Because neither of us feel an ounce of fear, even though this is completely bizarre.

we follow, walking quickly, both dying to see

itself from the forest and comes bounding towards us. Roger laughs as his wolf dashes

is so cool,” Roger murmurs, shooting me a grin before his wolf comes to press his snout into my own

my shoulder and can completely encircle me when he winds himself around my body, as he does now. You are mine. You should let

through his warm fur. Roger laughs as well and puts his arm

was annoying,” Roger

my face up to his for a kiss. But before our lips can meet, my wolf gives another little yip, calling us forward. Confused, but pleased, Roger and I start

what is

I say, peering after my

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

tongue lolling as Roger’s wolf stands

of fur sleeping there on the beach in front of me, nestled lovingly into a little soft bed of leaves. Roger almost collapses next to me, his hands hitting the sand

towards the incredibly perfect, incredibly tiny little wolf pup sleeping in front of us. “Oh,

barely feel the brush of fur against them –

him yet, my wolf says, her voice full of love and pride. He is not

out too, to try to touch the tiny infant pup, and I feel his own shock and disappointment and joy and wonder as he, too, just barely feels the ghost of fur

this…this is