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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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 is in it

closer, a little embarrassed. Honestly, it never occurred to me that my behavior with Roger right now was

at being…well, a little freaked out, suddenly. We’re both very aware that there’s magic in the world, but sometimes when you’re confronted with

and start to say that words that the

the smooth surface of the silver pool. “We bring to you, tonight, this child, so that he may begin 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 down my spine. The light coming off the pool brightens – slower this time, though,

by the sight of the full moon itself, beaming brilliantly down on us from above. Hey, mom, I say quietly in my mind, my

with the emotion of the moment. Because she is here, now, with us – ready to meet her grandchild. I can feel

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

into the sky, to see the light surrounding him as it falls from the moon above and reflects upwards from

says softly, reverent. “His parents, Ella and Dominic, have asked us to bring him here to dedicate him to you. We do

within it. I open my mouth to say something, to tell Roger that I’m sorry, and that

gasp, suddenly afraid, but Roger brings a quick hand

pull the baby back,” he says, peering into the white light of the moon, likewise

out, my arms trembling a little, and watch the story form in the

much as it is seen, communicated to our hearts and minds as much as our eyes. But suddenly, quite suddenly, it’s perfectly

older, but still young.- running across a battlefield, fear on his face but courage in every line of his limbs as he pushes himself to

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a crown on his head, and another in his hands, which he slowly lifts to place on the girl’s head as well. She smiles up at him with such love

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