Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate by Caroline Above Story

Chapter 467 – Seeds

Cora

The Goddess’ smile only broadens as she continues her thought. “But you can tell your sister that I have not been so generous as to send her two mates at once. And because I know it will worry her now, you can tell her that I have made her only one mate in this world, even though her mate had two.”

I grin a little then, thinking about her phrasing it as a generosity and not the torture that it clearly is for Sinclair. ” Why, though?” I ask, suddenly curious. “Why did he get two?”

“Because,” the goddess says, laughing a tinkling little laugh. “I have bigger plans, Cora, that stretch generations into the future. One day, Dominic’s experience loving two mates will help him empathize with another who likewise struggles.” She smirks a little at me. “Though…maybe don’t tell him that,” she wrinkles her nose playfully, “Might be more fun if you don’t.”

I laugh suddenly, delighted at the realization that my mother the Goddess is a little bit of trickster. How have we missed that before?

“So, what’s the deal with the Prince, then?” I ask, and I ignore Roger as he mumbles something behind me about not understanding what the hell is going on.

“The bond with the Prince,” mom says with a shrug, “it is something else. But some things, my love, must remain a mystery. The connection that I have built between Ella and the Atalaxian Prince – it is merely a seed.” She glances at my stomach, and then her eyes move to Ella. “Seeds, like children, take time to grow. But when they do…”

She smiles then and leaves the thought unfinished, shaking her hair back from her shoulders. “Is there anything else, daughter?” she asks, beginning to fade just a little bit.

“The baby?” I ask, suddenly desperate to know while I have her here. My hand moves instantly to my stomach. “Is he… will he be all right?”

She grins at me. “Your child will be born safe and sound, Cora, do not worry.” A little laugh rings through the air as she fades almost completely from sight. “And tell Ella that I love her, and to keep trying. I am eager to lay eyes on my first granddaughter.”

And quite suddenly, she’s gone.

I blink at the sudden absence in the room and then take a deep breath before looking around at my family, who all stare at me.

was super weird,” Roger says, his eyes

lunatic talking to the air,” I say, rolling my eyes at him, “the night she visited you on the

his face tucked miserably against his palm. “Please…please tell me what

little further just to tease him. But he’s so miserable that

of my sister and her mate. My heart breaks a little when I see Sinclair’s shoulders begin to shake with the relief of it as Ella presses herself back against him, murmuring sweet

as I watch them, but I’m a little relieved when Roger slips onto the couch behind me, pulling me into his lap. I turn my attention to him as he wraps his arms around me, giving Ella

about me?” Roger murmurs, nudging me with

lean back from him, suddenly a little appalled at his question. “You get one, Roger Sinclair,” I growl, grabbing his shirt in my

in pretend disappointment. “I was hoping for like eight or nine. Really start a little

probably wouldn’t need to – they’d get one look at you and all

and pulling me close. “When secretly, I’d keep them all

at the idea, but my mate and

say?” Ella asks, her face happy and at peace. So, I tell her everything strange

weird,” Ella breathes, her face scrunched up

mate’s clear peace and happiness. “You asked ‘why did he get

of my mother’s mischief coming through to me now. “She said Roger got two pop tarts this morning because they come in a pack,” I say, my voice slow and resonating with wisdom as I grin at him, “it’s only right that they be

Ella laughs. “Tell me,” the King orders, his Alpha coming forward in the

scoff. “Cora’s conversation with our mother is hers, Dominic. You don’t

Ella sighs and takes his face in her hands. “Does it

out there somewhere,”

of this,” I say, getting to my feet. “Are we done with all this serious Goddess chatter? You have a country to run, and I have a shift at the

me in a hug. “Thank you, Cora,” she whispers