Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate

Cora

“What?” I ask, confused. I – I have a gift? I quickly search for it within myself but….it’s not there. I

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mean, I know how Ella’s feels she passed it to me before, I carried it – but there is nothing in me

now that feels anything like that…

“Yours is different from your sisters,” the Goddess explains. “Ella’s soul is that of a healer, and so that is her gift. Yours,” she smiles lightly, “reflects you. You’ve used it before,” she says, turning her head to glance at Roger with a little laugh. “I’m surprised you did not notice it then.”

“What?” I ask again, still baffled. But she turns to go and I grab for her hand. “Please,” I say, shaking my hand, “I don’t understand -”

“Perhaps you should ask your sister for help,” the Goddess says with a shrug. “She can guide you to it, I think, as hers is already unlocked. But you already have your gift, Cora.” She assures me. She hesitates then before laughing a little, “as does your child.”

“What!?” I say for the third time, my mouth falling open now as I stare at her and then glance down at my stomach before looking back up into her face. “My child

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“All your children,” she says simply, as if it’s obvious, “will be gifted, as you are, as Ella is. As you,

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my daughters, are gifts to me it is my gift to you, and to all of your children

“Whoa,” Roger says, sitting back in his chair and raising a hand to his head in shock. “All…all are kids are going to be magic?”

The Goddess laughs a little. “Each will be gifted,” she says simply, turning back to me. “And each gift will be unique, and will reflect each child’s unique spirit. As yours does, as Ella’s does. They’ll all have pieces in common but -” she sighs happily now, shaking her head as if it’s too complicated to explain. “You will see, Cora. I need not explain it all. Your children will show you.

“Thank you,” I whisper.

“I love you,” the Goddess says, raising her hand and brushing my cheek with her fingertips. Carry that knowledge your whole life. I will see you again,” she promises, and I cling to that prophecy just a little, “but until then carry my love”

And then, as Roger and I watch, my mother passes through a door in the back of the room – a door that I swear was not there a moment ago –

And she’s gone

Roger and I both stare at the door and then turn, slowly, to stare at each other

And then as I continue to sate at him, he starts to laugh a low, delighted round as he gets up

as he buries his head against my neck.

holding me tight. “I knew

feel myself filling with a deep and resounding

my skin, “but like….deep down. I knew it was going

right. You

I say, patting his back, letting him think

turns in a happy little circle, prancing around

to the feel of

stands up a little straighter and grins down into my face. “This is so cool,” he

to be a wolf, and you have a wolf, and we have a mating bond

laughing, thrilled at

my hands to bury my

I feel crazy different, like my whole

asks, interrupting me and looking

start to tug at the collar

as I see him eyeing that soft place between my

laughter and swat him away. “Ew,

his mouth dropping open a little bit – but we’re both too happy for him to actually

can intuit my emotions and

me, even

and I can sense his mild

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his shoulder playfully. “We’re in my mom’s house

live here! We’re not just going to like, throw down

hell not?” he asks, looking at me like I’m

a little. more decency than that.” And then as he wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me closer, looking hungrily down at me, I start to laugh so hard

makes me so happy I can

murmurs when we both calin down a little bit, after he presses his lips warmly to my

know his

him with my nose, just as my wolf does to his in the precise same moment.

for his mark that I didn’t feel

drifting down my body to my stomach as he makes space between us. “So cool that the

are going to flip

unable to

awe down the bond before he looks up

ask my eyes going wide. It’s not fear – nothing in

afraid. But still…what…

stomach again, he passes me something down

understand, something that doesn’t