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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I don’t know how I know it but…well, somehow, I get the sense

step closer, a little embarra*sed. Honestly, it never occurred to me that my behavior with Roger right now was

own apology, coming closer to the edge. We look at each other, then, united anew 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

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

begin, letting my voice ring out across the smooth surface of the silver pool. “We bring to you, tonight, this child,

show him your light, and in doing so, let you see him and bring him into the spirit of your grace,” Roger continues, his

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

moment. Because she is

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

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

softly, reverent. “His parents, Ella and Dominic, have asked us to bring him here to dedicate him to you. We do so in their

I look at 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

Roger brings a quick hand to my

moon, likewise trying to make it out. “If you do, we

holding the baby out, my arms trembling a little, and watch the story form

like watching a movie projected into smoke in the air. Instead, it’s…felt as much as it is seen, communicated to our hearts and minds as much as our eyes. But

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, and I see him again with that girl – though she’s

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

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boy I don’t know, just about Rafe’s age- and more

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