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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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 –

to the pool, taking a step closer, a little embarrassed. Honestly, it never occurred to me that my behavior with Roger

a little freaked out, suddenly. We’re both very aware that there’s magic in the world, but sometimes when you’re confronted with it so blatantly it

say that words that the priestess

smooth surface of the silver pool. “We bring to you, tonight, this child, so that he may begin to

wish 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

and am treated by the sight of the full moon itself, beaming brilliantly

and my stomach twisting with the emotion of the moment. Because she is here, now, with us

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

see Rafe looking up into the sky, to see

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 in their

it. I open my mouth to say something, to

brings a quick hand

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

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

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

every line of his limbs as he pushes himself to do what is right. We’re passed that quite quickly, though, and I see him

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

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