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.

sometimes,” I

Sinclair says, grinning proudly down at

my baby’s forehead. “Yes, he is.

world

that title for about…five more

his chest with a smirk.

letting it pass.

ready, Cora?” I ask, moving again to

me a nod and reaching for my hand. I

five of us begin

a woman in dove- colored robes

still at the sight

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

down the bond and I exhale, skipping forward a

stay at Cora’s side.

is…this is not the

different, and not every priestess we meet is going to try

them, surely, actually

bowing a little and

– you are welcome

right on time.”

and then look back to the woman. “Is she

ask. The priestess smiles warmly at me but Cora turns to

“Can’t you feel her?”

and then, as I realize what she

I bite my lip,

I cannot feel her. I used up’ our bond – used the magic

gift so that I could save my child, and Cora, and my

making a startled

head and work hard to give her a

okay,” I say, squeezing her hand. “I’m glad

sympathetic, and then we both turn back to the

smiling around at our

let her gaze linger on the baby, admiring him. “Please, do

inside.”

we follow the priestess into my mother’s temple.

everyone’s heart

the ones

elegantly sparse, and the city

one is… cozy. The architecture

can tell that women live here and treat

benches by the windows, at the well-loved

into alcoves and the little worn stick broom tucked into a corner, I

favorite temple of all

priestess does not pause in the middle of the large central room

the space beneath the dome, but instead leads us

she turns

asks, giving us

hair behind her ears and Roger comes to stand behind

very serious. He is, after

to his mate’s mother as such for the

who Sinclair helps

I want Rafe quite close to me as we go

It

– and Sinclair has placed a warm

priestess who opens the

standing at

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