Accidental Surrogate for Alpha novel Chapter 388

#Chapter 388 – What Kind of Mate?

Cora

“They think they’re being subtle,” I whisper, smiling as Sinclair closes the RV’s door behind him, the last to ” disappear” from our little circle around the fire.

“I’m not complaining,” Roger murmurs, slipping an arm around my shoulder. “Are you, little mate?”

I laugh lightly at the nickname, shaking my head at him. “It still doesn’t work, Roger,” I say, leaning closer to him, though the camping chairs make it hard to get as close as I’d like to be. “I’ve told you before – I’m not little.”

“Sure you are,” he replies, grinning at me.

“I’m not!” I say, laughing. “Ella’s the little one,” I continue, “I’m tall – I’m not -”

“You’re little to me,” he interrupts, moving his chair closer so that he can tuck his face between my neck and my shoulder, breathing deeply in – I think savoring the way that I smell, which sends a little thrill through me. I lower my own head and breathe in Roger’s own unique scent, letting it flood my senses.

God, does he even know how good he smells? Though he probably does – his sense of smell far outstrips mine.

“What do you mean?” I ask. “Little to you?”

He lifts his head so he can look into my face, only inches from me now. You’re little to me, Cora,” he replies, in that you’re…I don’t know. Quite precious. The way I think of you – I don’t know, I don’t want you to be insulted, but I think of you as…very small,”

“What?” I ask, confused, “why?”

“Because,” he says seriously, shrugging a little, “you’d have to be very tiny, to make a home out of my heart,” he says, tapping lightly at his chest. “As you have done.”

A broad smile stretches across my face and I laugh a little, even though I’m deeply touched at what he’s said. ” Really?” I ask. “That’s what you think of me?”

“Mmhmm,” he says, turning his head a little and considering me from different angles. “My little mate, who I carry around all day in my heart. Even when you’re not physically around I keep you in here. I talk to you, send all kinds of messages. Tell you little jokes.” you I grin. “Do I think they’re funny?”

He nods, smiling at me. “Always.”

Slowly, I shake my head. “Then it must be a tiny imposter,” I joke, starting to laugh. “Because if it was me, she’d be telling you to get some new material – ”

He laughs, growling a little and grabbing my arm, tugging me closer. ” Get your ass over here, little mate,” he snarls playfully.

“No!” I laugh, resisting and eyeing the flimsy camping chair he’s sitting in. It barely looks like it can hold his huge werewolf form, let alone both of us. We’ll break the chair!”

“Break it,” he murmurs, still pulling me closer and making me laugh. ” Sinclair’s rich – he’ll buy another.”

“No,” I say, standing up and tugging myself out of his grasp a little. “I have a better idea,” Roger scowls, but he lets me go – watching me as I move to the camping supplies and pull out a couple of blankets. He continues to watch as I

spread two out before the fire and then gesture towards them, another blanket tucked under my arm. “Better,” he concedes, standing up for a moment and then sitting gracefully

down in the middle of the blankets, pulling me down into his lap as he does so. “Much better, clever little doctor mate.”

I take a moment to place my hands on Roger’s face for a second, looking seriously at him before bringing my mouth to his and kissing him, letting myself sink into it, hoping – quite desperately that he knows just how – much I love him.

Because we fight, and we tease – But god, god how I love this man. All of him every arrogant, swaggering, adorable, sweet bit of him –

Roger’s arms tighten around me as he kisses me back, taking deep breaths as he does so like he’s finally home, like he’s been waiting to do this all day. And I smile, thinking that…perhaps he knows, a little bit. Even if we don’t have a mating bond that we can both feel, that we can pass messages along, like Ella and Sinclair do.

I break the kiss after a few moments, resting my head against his chest as he keeps his arms wrapped tight around me. And we’re quiet for a little bit, staring at the fire, just…happy to be here with each other. Happy to have this quiet moment.

“Roger,” I say quietly, thinking back on Ella’s conversation we had earlier.