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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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 irritated with

pool, taking a step closer, a little embarrassed. Honestly, it

each other, then, united anew 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

and start to say that words that the priestess taught us as

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

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

am treated by the sight of the full moon itself, beaming brilliantly down on us from

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

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 the edge of the pool and hold the baby

heart fills to see Rafe looking up into the sky, to see

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

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

a quick hand to my

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

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

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

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

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on the girl’s head as

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Ella, and more of their children – and a light–haired boy I