Surrogate For Alpha Dom

Chapter 390

Chapter 390:The Temple

Ella

It is, indeed, a long climb. Cora and I are panting by the time we get to the top,

and even though Sinclair took Rafe from me halfway through the hike I have to

take a moment to catch my break when we pull ourselves up to the final level.

Roger has the indecency to look a little smug about the fact that he barely looks

winded and Cora gives him a little shove on the shoulder as she works to take a

few deep breaths and wipe the sweat from her brow.

Even as I work to bring my heartrate back down, I absolutely marvel at the sight

before me.

The Goddess’ temple, like the one in the city, is built completely with white

marble. But unlike the one in the city, this one looks…ancient. Vines grow in

ropes all over it, looking almost as if the structure is part of the forest itself,

having grown up organically from it. The temple is tall and wide, the pillars in

front drawing my eyes upward to the slanted roof which curls into a dome. At the

very peak of the dome is a golden crescent moon, reaching up towards the sky,

glinting in the bright sunlight.

“Wow,” Cora says, standing straight next to me and likewise marveling at the

temple. “Mom has some… impressive property.”

“I know, right?” I mutter back, crossing my arms and shaking my head. If

someone had told me, when I was a little girl sleeping in my creaky little orphan

bed, that my mom lived here…

Well. I probably would have believed them.

But I was a very imaginative child.

“Um,” Roger says, looking anxiously at Cora. “Shall we?”

I smile at him, seeing that he’s eager to move on but also that he wants to give

her room to process this experience. It’s more intense for her than it is for him,

and I think that it’s very sweet that he realizes this. Roger really has come leaps

and bounds as a person from when I first met him.

Sinclair comes to stand next to me and I grin at him and then turn to my baby,

taking his hands and speaking to him quietly, asking him how he likes it here

and if he’s ready to meet his granny for real this time. Rafe claps and gurgles

like he really is excited.

he understands sometimes,” I say quietly, smiling up at

grinning proudly down at

I say, leaning closer to kiss my baby’s forehead. “Yes, he is.

the world

keep that title for about…five more months,” Roger calls

over his chest with a smirk. Sinclair just laughs and

letting it pass.

ask, moving again

me a nod

another deep breath, the five of us begin to walk towards

in dove- colored robes comes out of the

still at the

I feel Sinclair behind me, his hand warm against my back, and then

and I exhale, skipping forward

stay at Cora’s side.

is not the

every priestess we meet is going to

of them, surely, actually

and giving us

you are welcome here.

right on time.”

each other and then look back

The priestess smiles warmly at me but Cora turns

“Can’t you feel her?”

at Cora for a second and then, as I realize what she

mother here already – I bite my lip, feeling a very

her. I used up’ our bond – used the magic

could save my child,

very suddenly, her mouth making a startled “o” of concern, but

work hard to give

glad

nods to me, sympathetic, and then we both turn back to

around at

linger on

inside.”

as a group, we follow the

heart is pounding as much as

than the ones

was elegantly sparse, and the

cozy. The architecture is

here and treat it

by the windows, at the well-loved

and the little worn stick broom tucked into a corner,

temple of all – and that I quite like it

not pause in the middle

the dome, but instead leads us across it

turns to us with a warm smile.

us

her hair behind her ears and Roger

shoulders, his face very serious. He is, after all, about

mate’s mother as such for the first time. I smile

for the baby, who Sinclair

Rafe

grandmother. It

once we’re all ready – and Sinclair has placed

nods to the priestess who opens the door and leads

doThe beautiful Goddess, standing at the far end

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