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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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 – is

pool, taking a step closer, a little embarrassed. Honestly, it never occurred to me

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

take a deep breath, then, nodding to him, and start to say that words

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

Roger continues, his own resonant voice sending shivers down my

glance upwards 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

is here, now, with us – ready

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 walk as close as we can to

to see Rafe looking up into the sky, to see the light surrounding him as it falls from the moon

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

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

brings a quick hand to my waist, steadying

the moon, likewise trying to make

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

visual. Like, it’s not like watching a movie projected into smoke in the air. Instead, it’s…felt as much as it is seen, communicated to our hearts and minds as much as our eyes. But suddenly, quite suddenly, it’s

running across a battlefield, fear on his face but courage in every line of his limbs as he pushes himself to do what is right. We’re

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to place on the girl’s head as well. She smiles up at him with such love in her eyes and then the door to the room bursts open, his

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