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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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 –

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

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 blatantly it can be

say that words that the priestess

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

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

itself, beaming brilliantly down on

the emotion of the moment. Because she is here, now, with us – ready to meet her grandchild.

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

Rafe looking up into the sky, to see

reverent. “His parents, Ella and Dominic, have asked us to bring him here to dedicate

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

brings a quick hand to my

light of the moon, likewise trying to make

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

not…not totally visual. Like, it’s not 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

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

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

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

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