The Mystical Attraction of Alpha

Chapter 304 – The Goddess’s Light

Cora

I’m a little out of breath when I finally catch up with Roger and Rafe, having had to work hard to keep up with his long wolf stride.

“Rude,” I say when I finally come to a stop next to them. “You couldn’t have waited for me?”

“I’m being rude?” Roger says, raising his eyebrows at me in disbelief. “Cora, you’ve been nothing but unpleasant since the moment we stepped into the forest –”

I open my mouth with a little squeak of protest but Roger just rolls his eyes and ignores me, going on anyway. “This is supposed to be a sacred experience for Rafe and for us and you’ve done nothing but moan and complain. So yeah, forgive me if I wanted to get away for a moment and concentrate on the magic of this place

“Oh whatever,” I mumble, reaching out my arms so that he can hand me the baby.

“No from you way,” Roger retorts, holding the baby closer to his chest and turning a little away from me. “You don’t get to hold the baby now that we’re at the pool

“Yes I do!” I cry, “the priestess gave him to me!”

“I’m his godparent just as much as you are

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But suddenly, there’s a flare in the light from the pool, and Roger and I turn to it, surprised, both of our mouths falling open. I don’t know how I know it but…well, somehow, I get the sense that the pool – or whatever magic is in it – is irritated with us.

a step closer, a little embarrassed. Honestly, it never occurred to me that my behavior

being…well, a little freaked out, suddenly. We’re both very

then, nodding to him, and start to say that words that the priestess taught us as part of

of the silver pool.

bring him into the spirit of your grace,” Roger continues, his own resonant voice sending shivers down my spine. The light coming off the pool brightens – slower

upwards through the trees and am treated by the sight of the full moon itself, beaming brilliantly down on us from above.

emotion of the moment. Because she is here, now, with us

out for him and this time Roger does hand him to me, letting me take the baby and unwrap his swaddling blanket. Then, when he’s free of it,

brighter as the moments pass. My heart fills to see Rafe looking up into the sky, to see the light surrounding him as it falls from the moon above and reflects upwards from the mirrored

softly, reverent. “His parents, Ella and Dominic, have asked us to bring him here to

all the magic within it. I open my mouth to say something, to tell Roger that I’m sorry, and that I’m glad I’m here with him to do this, when suddenly I

gasp, suddenly afraid, but Roger brings a quick hand

the baby back,” he says, peering into the white light of the moon, likewise trying to make it out. “If you do, we won’t be able to

arms trembling a little, and watch the story form in the

not like watching a movie projected into smoke in the air. Instead, it’s…felt as much as it is seen, communicated to our hearts

the hand of a dark–haired little girl who has fallen to the ground, helping her up and brushing the tears from her face. Then, I see him again – older, but still young.- running across a battlefield, fear on his face but courage in every line of his limbs as he pushes himself to do what

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a crown on his head, and another in his hands, which he slowly lifts to place on the girl’s head as well. She smiles up

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Ella, and more of their children – and a light–haired boy I don’t know, just about Rafe’s age- and more children, so

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