Accidental Surrogate for Alpha

Chapter 426

Chapter 426 – Under the Moon

Cora

After I dress, I surprise myself by feeling a little shy as I reach for the door to the bathroom to go back to the tiny bedroom where Roger’s waiting or me.

Because, I mean, it’s no secret why we’re here. And Roger’s not stupid – he probably figured out what I was doing when I went into the bathroom with a big white box.

But still – it’s always something, isn’t it? Anticipating what it might be like when the man you love sees you in your wedding dress for the first time. And as I think it, quite suddenly, I can’t wait.

I pull the bathroom door open and step back into the bedroom, my eyes instantly going to Roger, standing by the open doors to the beach, the ocean air lifting his hair lightly in the breeze.

And, as I knew they would be, his eyes are already on me. Because he was waiting. And my face bursts into a grin as his expression goes slack.

I feel it all down the bond, which is open to me right now. His awe, and his pride – his love, his desire, the overwhelming swell of pleasure that comes from seeing how beautiful he thinks I look right now on this night – in this dress

“Cora,” he says, the sound of my name rough as it works its way from his tight throat. But it’s the only word he can manage, lifting a hand to cover his mouth and shaking his head at me, just staring.

I turn a little so that I’m facing him completely, still smiling so hard my face might start aching if I keep this up for much longer.

“So, you like it?” I ask, twisting a little so that he can see more of the dress, see how the beadwork catches the light of the fire and makes the dress look incandescent in the glowing dark of this little bedroom.

at me for a moment before a little growl rumbles in his chest, his only answer. And

he can slide his hands over my body, feeling the intricacies of the dress for himself, as well as the contrast it presents to the bare skin of my back, my arms. He lowers his face to mine, kissing me softly as

close, so I can keep my hands on you? Or far away, so I can see again how beautiful you look? God, Cora – this dress was

“I’m glad you like it,” I murmur, wrapping my arms around his waist. “I liked it too. Ella made me try on like, a thousand. But

to rip it to shreds when I

away, my hands defensively clutching the

and closing the distance between us again, hungry. “I don’t know if I’m going to be able to help it. How did you

zipper,” I say, swatting at him. “And you

because I myself now am on

mouth quirking up as he

and

no real intention of letting Roger be the boss of our lives, like Ella and Sinclair – his gentle fingers under

quiet, staring up at my gorgeous mate, “I never had a mom with

his throat then – not of frustration, or of annoyance, or anything like that.

one day, getting married, in a dress like this. And suddenly, as I look up at him, I know that we’re both thinking the same thought: that we have so much life ahead of us, and so much joy, and neither of us can wait a single second

slowly, sweetly, but with the full force of his commitment to me, to us, and to our future.

me to the bed, but as I realize the direction of his intentions

asks, a

moment. And then I look back

asks, confused. “Cora, there’s nothing that

say, shaking my head, utterly convinced.

but not caring much. He gives a quick shrug and then turns to the bed, yanking the duvet off the top and wrapping it into a ball. Then, he passes it to me. Confused, I take it, but as soon as I do Roger dips down, wrapping one arm around my back and using the other to scoop me up beneath my knees, lifting

now, enjoying every minute of it, and I nod towards the beach, and the sea, and the sky – knowing, for some reason, that we have

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