Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate by Caroline Above Story

#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 –”

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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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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

murmur to the pool, taking a step closer, a little embarra*sed. Honestly, it never occurred to

at being…well, a little freaked out, suddenly. We’re both very aware that there’s magic in the world, but sometimes when you’re confronted with it so

say that words

out across the smooth surface of the silver pool. “We bring to you, tonight, this child, so that he may

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 this time, though, as if she’s

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

and my stomach twisting with the emotion of the moment. Because she is

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

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 surface

asked us to bring

the baby, and at Roger, and 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 tell Roger that I’m sorry, and that I’m glad I’m here with him to do this, when suddenly I

suddenly afraid, but Roger brings a quick hand to my waist, steadying

light of the moon, likewise trying

trembling a little, and watch

as it is seen, communicated to our hearts and minds as much as our eyes. But suddenly, quite suddenly, it’s

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 pa*sed that quite quickly, though,

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to place on the girl’s head as well. She smiles up

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

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