Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate by Caroline Above Story

#Chapter 408 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.

“Roger,” I 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 from her mouth.

holding me close against him.

at all of the thousand shades of brown that run through her fur, from tawny to chestnut. Because I know that she’s

with me, she says – and I know, instinctually, that Roger hears her

each other, laughing. Because neither of us feel an ounce of fear, even though this is completely bizarre. When we’re

hand and we follow, walking quickly,

shadow detaches itself from the forest and comes bounding towards us. Roger laughs as his wolf dashes over to us and eagerly presses

cool,” Roger murmurs, shooting me a grin before his wolf

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

“soon, soon,” and running my hands through his warm fur. Roger laughs as well

you he was annoying,” Roger

I reply, sighing and turning my face up to his for a kiss. But before our lips can meet, my wolf gives

no idea what

be good,” I say,

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

wolf stands proudly at her shoulder. We want to show

the beach in front of me, nestled lovingly into a little soft bed

I reach out towards the incredibly

fur against them – though not completely, as if he’s still

touch him yet, my wolf says, her voice full of

the tiny infant pup, and I feel his own shock

if we haven’t met our baby yet this…this is his wolf, his soul. And

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

like you,” I say through my