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.

sit up. He opens his eyes and looks where I’m looking, likewise catching sight of my wolf in the sand, staring at us,

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

of brown that run through her fur, from tawny to chestnut. Because I know that she’s not here

know, instinctually, that Roger hears her as well. I have something to show

feel an ounce of fear, even though this is completely bizarre. When we’re

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

detaches itself from the forest and comes bounding towards us. Roger laughs as his wolf dashes over to us and eagerly presses his head to Roger’s chest, nuzzling

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

way he nearly comes up to my shoulder and can completely encircle me when he winds himself around my body, as he does now. You are mine. You should

fur. Roger laughs as well and puts his arm around my shoulder when his wolf dashes off

you he was annoying,”

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

have no idea what is happening,”

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

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

stands proudly at her shoulder. We want to

knees in front of the little bundle of fur sleeping there on the beach in front of me, nestled lovingly into

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

just barely feel the brush of fur against them – though

voice full of love and pride.

tiny infant pup, and I feel his own shock and disappointment and joy and wonder as he, too, just barely feels

this…this is his wolf, his soul.

next to the pup, as I study every inch of him, and feel Roger curling up next to me to do