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.

say softly, starting to sit up. He opens his eyes and looks where I’m looking, likewise catching sight of my wolf in the sand, staring at us, her tongue hanging happily

he says, likewise sitting up and holding me close against

of brown that run through her fur, from tawny to chestnut. Because I know that

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

fear, even though this is completely bizarre. When we’re standing, my wolf dances in an

walking quickly, both dying to see what she’s leading us

Roger laughs as his wolf dashes over to us and eagerly

grin before his wolf comes to press

to my shoulder and can completely

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

he was annoying,” Roger

a kiss. But before our lips can

no idea what is happening,” Roger says,

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

steps when my wolf stops beside a little patch of green bushes and again turns

as Roger’s wolf stands proudly

moan tumbles from my mouth as I fall to my knees in front of the little bundle of fur sleeping there on the beach in front of me, nestled lovingly into a little soft

my entire body shaking as I reach out towards the incredibly perfect, incredibly tiny little

barely, just barely feel the brush of fur against them –

yet, my wolf says, her voice full of love

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

if we haven’t met our baby yet this…this is his

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