Accidental Surrogate for Alpha

#Chapter 305 – 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 –”

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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.

to the pool, taking a step closer, a little embarrassed. Honestly, it never occurred to me

being…well, a little freaked out, suddenly. We’re both very aware that there’s magic in the world,

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

the silver pool. “We bring to you, tonight, this child, so that he may

the spirit of your grace,” Roger continues, his own resonant voice sending shivers down my

am treated by the sight of the full moon itself, beaming brilliantly down on us from above. Hey, mom, I say quietly in my

and my stomach twisting with the emotion of the moment. Because she is here, now, with us

to open his little eyes and look around. I know that he can’t really see anything – his vision hasn’t developed well enough yet – but he’s certainly curious. I put my hands 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

heart fills to see Rafe looking up into the sky,

Rafe Sinclair,” Roger says softly, reverent. “His parents, Ella and Dominic, have asked us to

at the moonlight. It’s a beautiful moment, introducing the child to the world and to all the magic within it. I open my mouth to say something, to

Roger brings a

light of the moon, likewise trying to make

trembling a little, and watch the

it’s…felt as much as it is seen, communicated to our hearts and minds

little boy, tall, with warm green eyes bending down to take 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 is right. We’re passed that quite quickly, though, and I see him again with that girl – though she’s older now too – laughing. And though I know there’s no reason for me to know it, I sense – somehow that she,

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

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children – and a light–haired boy I don’t know, just about Rafe’s age- and more children, so many more and me and…and…

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