Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate by Caroline Above Story

#Chapter 338 – Choices

Cora

“It’s all right,” Roger says, his eyes going wide as he takes in my pale face, my scared expression and realizes that he’s freaked me out for the third or fourth time today. “It’s not – it’s not bad, I was just kind of a dick – it was a misunderstanding –”

“What?” I ask, more confused now than ever.

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“Listen,” he says, leaning in towards me. “Just let me tell you, all right? II was going to tell you at some point, definitely not like this but…” he sighs, looking into my face and then down at my stomach, and then back up into my eyes. “I think that… if we’re going to start on this new part

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of our lives – this parent thing – well,” he says, giving me a charming little half–smile and a

shrug. “We should be on the same page, right?”

I nod, agreeing, but looking at him a little askance. “Did you not think that we should…go into our mating? On the same page?”

He sighs and runs a hand through his hair. “It’s a little different, Cora – because it didn’t matter – I didn’t think we could have kids

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I frown at him – not mad or angry, but confused…

“Listen, let me just tell it,” he says, leaning forward and looking at me with pleading eyes.

“Okay,” I say, quite simply, taking his hands and leaning even closer to press a kiss to his mouthr letting him know that I’m listening with an open heart.

“Okay,” Roger says again, taking a deep breath before he begins. “Do you remember… when you and Ella went into the desert with her mother, Regina?”

“Reina,” I correct softly, and he laughs.

“Right,” he says, shaking his head. “Those names are so easy to mix up. Anyway – you three were out on your girls trip, and my choice was either to hang out with those priests in the temple, or go back on to the ship all alone.”

Ismirk at him, knowing precisely which one he chose. He sees my smile and laughs a little.

“I chose solitude. Or at least…I

someone on the ship?”

replies. “I was standing at the bow looking out at the desert – honestly, a little pissed off at being left behind. Sinclair sent me to protect Ella, and there’s frankly nowhere

smile when I hear this, but I

that I was just crazy or drunk I mean, the captain gave me a little of his whiskey when he

squeeze his hands a little, begging him to focus, and he looks at me again and

voice faltering a little,

little breathless, but

now, his eyes wide and still a little startled by the experience. “Your mother, Cora. Except…at the time, I

I reply, and I try to keep my face steady but honestly…some part of me is a little jealous. We all met the goddess that night in the temple with Ella – Roger met her, and me, but she had only spoken to Ella beyond a brief introduction that Ella insisted on giving us. And at the time it had made sense

I know that she’s my mother too? And that she only spoke to Ella in the temple, and then went to Roger later that night for a little

nose, disappointed. Why does

reaching forward and brushing my cheek with his thumb. “It’s half of why I didn’t want

I ask, pushing past my jealousy and truly wanting to

the distance a little as he continues his story. “She didn’t come in her bodily form,” he says, “like she did in the temple. Instead, it was just…a vision of sorts, more like the baptism but…not quite.” He shakes his head a little, at a loss

tell me. So Roger turns back

politics, as my brother’s was – and you have to realize, that that was devastating to hear at the time, considering that we were in a

concentrating on

she said,” he twists his mouth a little, concentrating. “It’s hard to know how to phrase it – because it wasn’t precisely words – but that for the future of the world, I had to

being a dad, and raising my kids well to be leaders

surprise. And then I lean forward, finally getting it. “Oh, so you stopped calling

kids, Cora…” he whispers, clutching my hands tightly. “And it fucking broke my heart to do

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didn’t even care about kids – didn’t

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who was dying to

again, my eyes going

to be. I want –” He pauses He

that I hear him, “and I

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was likewise unsure

I

you stopped calling me,” I whisper, “because

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want to, but when a goddess tells you to do something you feel compelled to do it – and

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