Accidental Surrogate for Alpha

#Chapter 409 Touch Just the Faintest

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.

softly, starting to sit up. He opens his eyes and looks where I’m looking, likewise catching sight of my wolf in the

and holding me close against him. “Wow, Cora…she’s

through her fur, from tawny to chestnut. Because I

– and I know, instinctually, that Roger hears her as well. I

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

and we follow, walking quickly,

comes bounding towards us. Roger laughs as his wolf dashes over to us and eagerly presses his head to Roger’s chest, nuzzling against

me a grin before his wolf comes to press his snout into my own

and can completely encircle me when he winds

hands through his warm fur. Roger laughs as well and puts his arm around my shoulder when his wolf

he was

turning my face up to his for a kiss. But before our lips can meet, my wolf

idea what is happening,” Roger

say,

of green bushes and again turns in her eager circle. Her prancing gets even more eager

wolf stands proudly at

nestled lovingly into a little soft bed of leaves. Roger almost collapses next to me, his hands hitting the

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

my fingers out, I barely, just barely feel the brush of fur against them – though not completely, as if he’s still half out of the dream – or more

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

own shock and disappointment and joy and wonder as he, too, just barely feels the ghost of fur against

baby yet this…this is his wolf, his soul. And he’s so, so

I lay down next to the pup, as I study every inch of him, and feel