Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate

Chapter 338 – Choices

Cora

“It’s all right,” Roger says, his eyes going wide as he takes in my pale face, my scared expression and realizes that he’s freaked me out for the third or fourth time today. “It’s not – it’s not bad, I was just kind of a dick – it was a misunderstanding –”

“What?” I ask, more confused now than ever.

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“Listen,” he says, leaning in towards me. “Just let me tell you, all right? II was going to tell you at some point, definitely not like this but…” he sighs, looking into my face and then down at my stomach, and then back up into my eyes. “I think that… if we’re going to start on this new part

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of our lives – this parent thing – well,” he says, giving me a charming little half–smile and a

shrug. “We should be on the same page, right?”

I nod, agreeing, but looking at him a little askance. “Did you not think that we should…go into our mating? On the same page?”

He sighs and runs a hand through his hair. “It’s a little different, Cora – because it didn’t matter – I didn’t think we could have kids

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I frown at him – not mad or angry, but confused…

“Listen, let me just tell it,” he says, leaning forward and looking at me with pleading eyes.

“Okay,” I say, quite simply, taking his hands and leaning even closer to press a kiss to his mouthr letting him know that I’m listening with an open heart.

“Okay,” Roger says again, taking a deep breath before he begins. “Do you remember… when you and Ella went into the desert with her mother, Regina?”

“Reina,” I correct softly, and he laughs.

“Right,” he says, shaking his head. “Those names are so easy to mix up. Anyway – you three were out on your girls trip, and my choice was either to hang out with those priests in the temple, or go back on to the ship all alone.”

Ismirk at him, knowing precisely which one he chose. He sees my smile and laughs a little.

me. “I chose solitude. Or at least…I thought

someone on the ship?” I ask,

replies. “I was standing at the bow looking out at the desert – honestly, a little pissed off at being left behind. Sinclair

this, but I don’t

first I thought that I was just crazy or drunk I mean,

squeeze his hands a little, begging him to focus, and he looks at me again

voice faltering a little, looking

but some part of me knowing already.

now, his eyes wide and still a little startled by the experience. “Your mother, Cora. Except…at the time, I didn’t know she

all met the goddess that night in the temple with Ella – Roger met her, and me, but she

my mother too? And that she only spoke to Ella in the temple, and then went to Roger later that night for a

disappointed. Why does she want to

reaching forward and brushing my cheek with his thumb. “It’s half of why I didn’t want to tell you, Cora,” he continues, his face all sympathy. “I knew that it would… hurt.”

she do?” I ask, pushing past my jealousy and truly

little as he continues his story. “She didn’t come in her bodily form,” he says, “like she did in the temple. Instead, it was just…a vision of sorts, more like the baptism but…not quite.” He shakes his head a little, at a loss to explain it. “But

know that it’s okay. That he can tell me. So Roger turns back to me and looks at me directly,

chasing the wrong destiny. That my future was not in war and politics, as my brother’s was – and you have to realize, that that was devastating to hear at the time, considering that we were in a war – and Dominic had just made me his Beta

concentrating on nothing

how to phrase it – because it wasn’t precisely words – but that for the future of

-on finding my mate, and having children, and being a dad, and raising my kids

blinking with surprise. And then I lean forward, finally getting

fucking broke my heart to

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and before she said anything to me I didn’t

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always Dominic who was dying to be a dad, not me

say again, my eyes going wide.

told me to be. I want –”

that I hear him, “and I can’t wait to build a family

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the same boat – I was likewise unsure if

else I wanted

stopped calling me,” I whisper, “because you

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you to do something you feel compelled to do it – and I thought she was telling me to run