Accidental Surrogate for Alpha novel Chapter 392

#Chapter 392 – Questions Answered

Cora

My eyes flash open as I gasp, fascinated and thrilled at the having finally, finally met my wolf – who has been here all along –

My mother smiles warmly at me, but when I turn to Roger I only see shock on his face as he stares at me with wide eyes.

“Can you – can you sense her?” I ask, thrilled and curious.

“Um, yeah, Cora,” he says, looking me up and down in fascinated shock. ” Can’t you feel mine?”

And I feel my wolf turn then, looking for him, and suddenly – frankly, like a slap in the face I feel Roger’s wolf standing right there on the other side of our bond, which snaps instantly into place –

I gasp, and my knees go literally weak at the sudden intensity of it –

Roger’s up in an instant, catching me in his arms before I can fall to the ground because… Because it feel like gravity shifts, suddenly, and what used to be down is now sideways, and at the center of everything now….

…is Roger.

“Hey,” Roger says, anxious, looking down at me as I stare up into his face, as my shy wolf comes forward to tap her nose hesitantly against his across our mating bond.

Roger’s wolf gives a great bay of joy and leaps forward, making my wolf skitter back a step. But he doesn’t stop, closing the distance instantly and nuzzling his body against her, nipping playfully at her shoulder, burying his nose deep in her fur –

My poor new wolf shies again for a moment – not from fear just…just because it’s all so new – and I feel Roger’s wolf respond, prancing around her with joy and letting her know with his body language that he’s thrilled she’s here –

And that he’s ready, whenever she is, to play. I can’t help the tears that pour from my eyes at this, as Roger laughs and hugs me close, as I…adjust myself, as best I can, to everything.

I give myself a few moments to cling to my mate my mate, my fated mate, because I know it to be true now in a deep, physical way – before I remember, of course, that my mother is here.

And that we’re being incredibly rude. Slowly, even though I don’t want to at all I push Roger away from me just slightly and turn back from her.

“I’m sorry,” I say, wiping the tears from my face with the back of my hand. “I’m just -”

“It’s all right, daughter,” she says, smiling up at me from her place in her chair. “It does me good to see you so happy.”

And then, holding Roger’s hand tightly as we move back to our chairs, I do my very best to pull myself together.

“So,” I say, hesitating, “um, does this mean that I’ll be able to take Roger’s mark?”