Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate

Chapter 304 – The Goddess’s Light

Cora

I’m a little out of breath when I finally catch up with Roger and Rafe, having had to work hard to keep up with his long wolf stride.

“Rude,” I say when I finally come to a stop next to them. “You couldn’t have waited for me?”

“I’m being rude?” Roger says, raising his eyebrows at me in disbelief. “Cora, you’ve been nothing but unpleasant since the moment we stepped into the forest –”

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I open my mouth with a little squeak of protest but Roger just rolls his eyes and ignores me, going on anyway. “This is supposed to be a sacred experience for Rafe and for us and you’ve done nothing but moan and complain. So yeah, forgive me if I wanted to get away for a moment and concentrate on the magic of this place

“Oh whatever,” I mumble, reaching out my arms so that he can hand me the baby.

“No

from you

way,” Roger retorts, holding the baby closer to his chest and turning a little away from me. “You don’t get to hold the baby now that we’re at the pool

“Yes I do!” I cry, “the priestess gave him to me!”

“I’m his godparent just as much as you are

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surprised, both of our mouths falling open. I don’t know how I know it but…well, somehow, I get the sense that the pool – or

embarrassed. Honestly, it never occurred to me

each other, then, united anew at being…well, a little freaked out, suddenly. We’re both

start to say that words that the

letting my voice ring out across the smooth surface of the silver pool. “We bring to

show him your light, and in doing so, let you see him and bring him into the spirit of your grace,” Roger continues, his own resonant voice sending shivers

glance upwards through the trees and am treated by the sight of the full moon itself, beaming

twisting with the emotion of the moment. Because she is here, now, with us – ready to meet

Roger does hand him to me, letting me take the baby and unwrap his swaddling blanket. Then, when he’s

fills to see Rafe looking up into the sky, to see the light surrounding him as it

is called Rafe Sinclair,” Roger says softly, reverent. “His parents, Ella and Dominic, have asked us to bring him here to dedicate him to you. We do so

the world and to all the magic within it. I open my mouth to say something, to tell Roger that I’m sorry, and that I’m glad I’m here with

gasp, suddenly afraid, but Roger brings a quick hand

into the white light of the moon,

holding the baby out, my arms trembling a little, and watch the

into smoke in the air. Instead, it’s…felt as much as it is

fear on his face but courage in every line of his limbs as he pushes himself to do what

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lifts to place on the girl’s head as well. She smiles up at him with such love

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light–haired boy I don’t know, just about Rafe’s age- and more children, so many more and