Accidental Surrogate for Alpha

Chapter 492

#Chapter 492- A Gift

Ella

I go rigid at the idea of this dark god giving my daughter anything.

“No,” I gasp, attempting to push myself away from him – but I struggle to move

“Fear not, moon daughter,” he says, the corner of his lip tilting up. “I do not give curses to those who are my chosen ones – only gifts.”

And with that shadows begin to swirl in his hand. My eyes go wide as they build and build into an orb of smoke and shade.

“No!” I protest again, my voice a little breathless this time.

“Careful, girl,” he growls, taking a step closer, bending over me now. “If you anger me, I will not be so eager to bestow my gift. You would not to incur my ire for your life, instead of a blessing for hers, would you?”

I cringe away from him, not knowing what to do – not knowing which will be worse-

The God of Darkness stretches out his hand over me and the shadows begin to spill down from his fingers, surrounding me.

“A blessing,” he murmurs, “for the first granddaughter of the moon from her benefactor. Long may she live, dwelling in darkness as well as light.”

The shadows, when they touch me, are soft – gentler than I imagined they’d be, like velvet or mist. When I breathe, they flow into me through my nose and my mouth. I gasp, worried – but the smoke, it tastes faintly of…of mint, and cool mornings, and it soothes my aching throat…

I look up at the God in wonder, tilting my head at him.

“See?” he says softly. “Not all that dwells in darkness is wicked.”

wayward, vicious thing – and gives another short bow

Before he disappears.

and the world –

in front of me now,

blink rapidly, trying to clear my thoughts. “Are you – “he spins his head to Cora, “is she all

um I’m fine,” I

with horror on her features. “Ella, they went all black you

my mouth. As I exhale I run my hands over

as strong – just as

to explain and the feeling of the next contraction coming steadily on. “It was it

bed to position herself between my knees, nodding. “All right, Ella,” she says, pulling me a little lower so that

growls next to me, and even as the contraction takes hold I turn my face to him and press my eyes shut, passing all of my emotions down our bond – my fear, and my shock, but alongside it my conviction that…that I’m okay,

he says, his voice low as he sits up and puts

to welcome my little girl,

later, our little baby

finger to stroke her teeny tiny fingers, her perfect little nose. She shouts her

behind me, peering at our baby over

I say between gasping breaths. “Oh god,

her little head. We’re quiet for a long moment as I

I love her, and I’m going to be her favorite

Sinclair murmurs, his voice

sixty,” Cora coos, tapping the baby’s little belly with a single finger, “I’d be the best.” She leans forward, kissing me on the cheek. “I’ll give

she scrunches her nose at me and turns to the door, taking the team of nurses with her. Everyone did such a wonderful job –

much as I want to shout my thanks out after

I study her face and he wraps his arms around me, doing

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