Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate by Caroline Above Story

#Chapter 260 – No Boys Allowed

Ella

“I’m ready,” I reply, straightening my shoulders and sitting up, away from my mother, who is also the Goddess. “What do I need to do?”

“You must go,” she urges, her eyes clear and untroubled despite the turmoil in mine. “Into the desert beyond this temple. There, I can communicate more clearly, more fully. I will make your path clear to you.”

“Seriously?” I cry, wrinkling my nose in distaste and looking over my shoulder to where the desert surely waits. “Out into the desert? It’s not something that we can do here, in the comfort of this really nice temple?” My wolf inside me howls at the idea – she wants trees and shade and cool damp places, not the hot desert sun.

The Goddess smiles at me and shakes her head lightly, her glowing blonde hair shaking over her shoulders. “No, my child,” she intones. “You must learn the lessons that this earth has to teach you, and it’s not something you can glean from a structure built by man.” Her eyes drift, then, to my stomach, where my child is growing. “It will be dangerous for you,” she whispers. “You are weaker than you think, girl.”

My stomach sinks at her words and my hands fly to my stomach, instantly wanting to protect my little boy. “Will it…will it hurt him? To learn what I need to know?”

She looks at me evenly, not giving a hint of affirmation or denial. “The future is not written, my child,” she whispers, her voice soft. “Your body is weak, but your child is strong. Your time in the desert will be a trial, your deliverance of my gift to your people will be worse. It is your choice, whether to take these risks upon your body. And in the end, there is no guarantee that it will work. You are…late. The war is well progressed. Those against whom you fight are strong.”

I look around the room at everyone, all of their eyes and their hopes trained upon me in this instant. My hands move over my stomach as I look each of them in the face, but my heart is with my little boy – our little boy, mine and Sinclair’s. This miracle we made together.

as

I would do anything to save him, to keep him safe. This I know as a truth as deep as my soul, deep as my love for Sinclair. But I think as well of the world he’ll grow up in if I do nothing. A world torn apart by war, in which he will always be hunted, always be a target. And one day he’ll grow big and strong, like his father – big enough to take it all on. But until then, when he is just an innocent child…

Until then, it’s my job to fight for him.

choke out, my fear as well as my determination shining on my face. “All

and leans forward, taking my face in her glowing hands. “I will be with you every step,” she murmurs, her voice soft enough that I’m the only one to hear it. “Do not doubt that I am there, guiding you, little one.” Then, pressing a kiss to my forehead, she begins

she pulls away, she turns to Cora and gives her a bright smile. Cora

all of us to close our eyes against the glare. When we open them again, the Goddess

–

jumping to her feet and looking around. “But

–

are

sister. “No, I know what to do.” I press my hand to my forehead, where the goddess had pressed her kiss. With it, she gave

into the desert to meet whatever the

don’t all go into the desert. Instead, it is only Cora, Regina, and I who prepare to set out into the sands. Roger puts up

me, though his eyes are on Cora the whole time. “I promised Dominic that

up a fight. “This desert is sacred to the Goddess, it is

throwing an arm towards the priests who work the temple. “You’re going to tell

her gaze back to Roger. “They are castrati,” she says, raising her eyebrows. “Unless you’d like

like that in the goddess‘

almost lose it again when I see that she’s also holding back her hysterical

away to where preparations are being made,

at him. “You gonna…lighten your load? And join us out

him with my sweetest sisterly gaze. “Come on, Roger,” I coax. We need someone to ready the ship, anyway – when we get finished with what we have to

worry of a wolf for the woman he loves. Looking between them, I can feel his anxiety in the air, as well as Cora’s daring. If Cora had a wolf, I know that right now it would