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.

likewise catching sight

up and holding me close

look at my wolf, at all of the thousand shades of brown that run through her fur, from tawny

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

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

walking quickly, both dying

forest and comes bounding towards us. Roger laughs

so cool,” Roger murmurs, shooting me a grin before his wolf comes to press his snout into my own

nearly comes up to my shoulder and can completely encircle me when he winds himself around my

warm fur. Roger laughs

he was

But before our lips can meet, my wolf gives another little yip, calling us forward. Confused,

idea what is

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

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

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

front of me, nestled lovingly into a little

and my entire body shaking as I reach out towards the incredibly perfect, incredibly tiny little wolf pup sleeping in front

of fur against them – though not completely, as

voice full of

to try to touch the tiny infant pup, and I feel his own shock and disappointment and joy and wonder as he, too, just barely feels the ghost of fur against his

baby yet this…this is his wolf, his soul. And

my cheeks again as I lay down next to the pup, as I study every inch of him, and feel Roger curling up next to me to do