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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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

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

freaked out, suddenly. We’re both very aware that there’s magic in the world, but sometimes when you’re confronted with it

to him, and start to say

surface of the silver pool. “We bring to you, tonight,

and in doing so, let you see him and bring him into the spirit of your grace,” Roger continues, his own resonant voice sending shivers down my spine. The light coming off the pool

the trees and am treated by the sight of the full moon itself, beaming brilliantly down on

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

him and this time Roger does hand him to me, letting me take the baby and unwrap his swaddling blanket. Then, when he’s free of it, Roger and I slowly walk as close as we can

sky, to see the light surrounding him as it falls from the moon above

have asked us to bring him here to dedicate him to you. We do so

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

a

the white light of the moon, likewise trying

the baby out, my arms trembling a little, and

as it is seen, communicated to our

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

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he has a crown 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 with such love in her eyes and then the door to the

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

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