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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suddenly, there’s a flare in the light from the pool, and Roger and I turn to it, 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 whatever magic

Honestly, it never occurred to me that my behavior with Roger right now

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

to say that words that the priestess

begin, letting my voice ring out across the smooth surface of the silver pool. “We

your grace,” Roger continues, his own resonant voice sending shivers down my spine. The light coming

through the trees and am treated by the sight of the full moon itself, beaming brilliantly down on us from above. Hey, mom, I say quietly in my

is here, now, with us – ready

he can’t really see anything – his vision hasn’t developed well enough yet – but he’s certainly curious. I put my hands out for him and this time Roger does hand him to me, letting me take the baby and unwrap his swaddling blanket. Then, when he’s free of it, Roger and I slowly

pass. My heart fills to see Rafe looking up into the sky, to see

Dominic, have asked us to bring him here to dedicate him to

and at Roger, and at the moonlight. It’s a beautiful moment, introducing the child to 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 him to do this, when suddenly I can see something in the

afraid, but Roger brings a quick hand to my waist, steadying

baby back,” he says, peering into the white light of the moon, likewise trying to make it out. “If you

I keep holding the baby out, my arms trembling a little, and watch the story form in

a movie projected into smoke in the air. Instead, it’s…felt as much as it is seen, communicated to our

face but courage in every line of his limbs as he pushes himself to do what is right. We’re passed that

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his head, and another in his hands, which he slowly lifts to place on the girl’s head as well. She smiles

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their children – and a light–haired boy I don’t know, just about