Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate

A few hours later our entire party is gathered in the forest close to midnight, sipping champagne and mingling quietly as we wait for the hour to be right for Jesse’s baptism. We have a priestess here as well, of course, though this one is much more thoroughly vetted than the last.

I’m in incredibly good spirits as I look around at our party of loved-ones, truly enjoying my night, but when my eyes fall on Cora I see that she’s gnawing her lip a bit with anxiety.

“Oh, Cors,” I sigh, reaching out and putting a hand on her shoulder. I glance over at where Roger is standing a few feet away next to Henry with the baby in his arms, both of them talking with Sinclair, who has a sleeping Rafe held tight against his shoulder. “It will be all right!” “I know it will,” she sighs, twisting her hands together and speaking softly to me.

“And that even if it’s not, it’s not like I can change anything, you know?” “I know,” I say, remembering how anxious I was at Rafe’s baptism. “But mom she can’t have anything really bad in store for him. It’s going to be all good things!” “Oh, come on, Ella,” Cora says, shooting me a little glare. “It’s not like mom gave us the easy road just because we’re her daughters. We grew up in an orphanage. We had dark priests stalking us our whole lives.” “But we had each other!” “I just want my baby to have a good life,” she sighs, looking anxiously up at the sky, almost as if she can bully our mom into giving her baby a blessing if she glares at the moon enough. “It tortures me to think that he’s going to have to go through…half of what we did.” “He’s going to have ups and downs, like the rest of us,” I say, wrapping my arms around my sister. “You can’t spare him from that.” “Yes, I can,” she growls. “I’ll just… lock him in a very comfortable little basement.

Very safe, very cozy.” I laugh and shake my head at her. ” Your baby is going to have a big life, Cora,” I say, giving her a squeeze.

“Yeah well, we’ll see how cheerful you are six months from now,” she says, reaching out to trail a little finger down my baby bump. I grin as I look down at it, tapping on my little bond with babygirl to say hello. But she’s sleeping or something at the moment and doesn’t reply, which is fine. I’m distracted anyway, and I like to give her my full attention when she nudges the bond.

“I know,” I sigh, happy but knowing that Cora’s right. “I’ll be a mess then, I’m sure.” My pregnancy thus far has gone really well. In many ways it’s not that different from my first two weeks with Rafe, except with significantly less drama in my personal life. And while I treasured every single moment I was pregnant with Rafe, this pregnancy? Well, it’s kind of been a dream – the kind of pregnancy I used to fantasize about. Safe, comfortable, sharing the experience with my little family?

I’m so grateful to have gotten here.

is about Jesse – and as much as I could

the silvery-white robes of the

slipping my arm to Cora’s waist

us there in front of the goddess, and Henry draws close as well. Our guests gather around, everyone quieting now so they can hear the

Rafe a little kiss on his sleeping cheek before

and safe,” Henry says, giving us a wink. “Enjoy yourselves.” “We will,” Sinclair assures him,

minutes,” I say, laughing and touching my sister gently on the cheek, even though I remember precisely what she’s feeling. I feel emotion stirring in me as well, the product of the

take a deep breath and sniff, turning

crying already,” Sinclair murmurs,

priestess, who reaches out her arms for Jesse. Cora gives a half -hearted little sigh, but passes him over, making many of our

who looks like he peers back at her curiously,

presents this child for dedication?” the priestess says, smiling at the four of