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.

looking, likewise catching sight of

he says, likewise sitting up and holding me close against

as I look at my wolf, at all of the thousand shades of brown that run through her fur, from tawny to chestnut. Because I know that she’s not here to be admired – though she’s enjoying

I know, instinctually, that Roger hears her as

of fear, even though this is completely bizarre. When we’re standing, my wolf dances in an eager circle

follow, walking quickly, both dying to see what she’s leading

comes bounding towards us. Roger laughs as his wolf dashes

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

wolf says as I marvel at his size, at the way he nearly comes up to my shoulder and can completely encircle me when he winds himself around my body, as he does

fur. Roger laughs as well and puts his

you he was annoying,”

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,

what is happening,” Roger

say, peering after my wolf. “She’s really

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

she says, her tongue lolling as Roger’s wolf stands proudly at her shoulder. We want to show him to

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

say, my voice trembling and my entire body shaking as I reach out towards

of fur against them – though not completely, as

wolf says, her voice full of love and pride. He is not big

moans wordlessly as he reaches out too, to try to touch the tiny infant pup, and I feel his own shock and disappointment and

if we haven’t met our baby yet this…this is his wolf, his