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.

opens his eyes and looks where I’m looking, likewise

says, likewise sitting up and holding me

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

instinctually, that Roger hears her

Because neither of us feel an ounce of fear, even though this is completely bizarre. When we’re standing, my wolf dances in an

we follow, walking quickly, both dying to see

detaches itself from the forest and comes bounding towards us. Roger laughs as his wolf dashes over to us and eagerly presses

Roger murmurs, shooting me a grin before his wolf comes to press his snout into

way he nearly comes up to my shoulder and can completely encircle me when he winds himself around my body, as he does now. You are

soon,” and running my hands through his warm fur. Roger laughs as well and

you he was annoying,” Roger

to his for a kiss. But before our lips can meet, my wolf gives another

idea what is happening,” Roger

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

steps when my wolf stops beside a little patch of green bushes and again turns in her eager circle. Her prancing

stands proudly at her shoulder. We want to show him

on the beach in front of me, nestled lovingly into a

trembling and my entire body shaking as I reach out towards the incredibly perfect,

of fur against them – though not completely, as if he’s still half out of the dream – or more than

voice full of love and pride. He is not big enough.

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

haven’t met our baby yet this…this is his wolf, his soul. And he’s so,