The Mystical Attraction of Alpha

Chapter 389: 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

to him quietly, asking him how he likes it here and if

and gurgles

like he understands sometimes,” I say

grinning proudly down at his son “He’s

my baby’s forehead

for about…five more months,” Roger

chest with a smirk.

and shakes his head, letting it

ask,

for my hand. I give it, and, with another deep. breath,

out of

hesitate for a moment, going still

last time I saw

then a little pulse of comfort. comes

right. This is…this is not the same situation

to try to take my baby away.

serve my mother.

and giving us a deep smile

are welcome here. And you are right

and then look back to the woman.

but Cora turns to me

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then, as I realize what she means that she can

lip, feeling a

—

used the magic of it to unbind my

save my child, and Cora, and my

making a startled “o” of concern, but I just shake my head and work

smile

hand “I’m glad

and then

around at our whole party and taking a moment

on the baby, admiring him “Please, do come

so, as a group, we follow the priestess into my mother’s temple And as we go, I wonder a everyone’s heart is

The architecture is still bright and wide, but you can tell that women live here and treat it as a home. As I look around at the padded benches by the windows, at the well-loved books

us across it to

her hair behind her ears and Roger comes to stand behind her, straightening his shoulders, his face very serious. He is, after all, about to be introduced to his mate’s mother as such for the first time. I smile at both of them

–

Sinclair has placed a warm hand on my shoulder – Cora nods to the priestess who opens the

immediately, we

luminescence of moonlight. Her face breaks into a smile as we cross the room, her eyes flashing over all of us but focusing on Cora. I can’t help the tears that well in

this time, as I look at her

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