Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate by Caroline Above Story

Chapter 497 – Family Lines

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Then Henry takes a deep breath and looks at the children. “I was very intrigued,”

It begins, “the idea of ​​children having bonds with each other; links like those

exist between brothers and cousins, it is unusual. In fact, I thought he was unique, but I didn't.

is".

My eyebrows rise as I listen with interest.

“The children have created a sort of triangle between themselves,” Henry murmurs, looking at them.

to all three. “There have been rare examples of individuals having multiple ties of

predestined mating (my son, curiously among them)”

I lean against my partner, who wraps his arm around me more tightly.

“But this,” Henry says, pointing to Ariel, Rafe, and Jesse, “three people joined together.”

naturally, each one with the other two.” he denies with the head. “I still haven't

Found no example of this happening naturally. Although there are those who

“they have… forged such connections.”

"Actually?" Roger asks, raising his eyebrows.

“Usually at religious ceremonies,” Henry says, folding his hands in his lap and

looking around us, “in the wilds of the north. Two people who are already

united, either by fate or by choice, usually through mating,

they would magically forge a bond with a third party, whether by will or obligation.

 

 

“For what reason,” Cora asks, shaking her head. “Like…plural marriage? EITHER

something?"

“No,” Henry responds, shaking his head at her. “This is usually done in

communities where those who undergo the ceremony have taken vows of chastity

for a long time. No, they do it because of the power that results from the bond, which is said

which is…unique.”

“This is so strange,” I murmur, looking at my children. I mean, I'm very aware of

that my children and my nephew are special, but…

“The magics of the north are strange,” Henry says with a sigh, shaking his head and

shrugging his shoulders. “They are also keeping their mouths shut as to what they are.

really the results of said link. But I do imagine that it is closer to the

types of powers wielded by the dark priests we spend much of

our time defying last year. Spells cast at a price, rather than

gifts bestowed by the goddess and used freely with little effort.”

“But since the bond between the children was… natural,” Sinclair murmurs, expressing his

thoughts out loud, “can we assume that any power that results from them

“Would it be… easier to exercise?”

“I have no idea,” Henry says with a sigh, smiling again at his grandchildren and his

granddaughter. “Although I hope for her sake that this is the case. Those bonds forged and the resulting magic

“They did not come without a price.”

“Oh, dear,” I murmur, sighing and looking at my precious new baby. can barely

stay awake, much less wield great and powerful magic. "What are you going to

do, little one?”

 

 

“All kinds of good things,” Sinclair murmurs to me, although I can hear the

concern in his voice.

“I'm sorry I don't have more definitive answers,” Henry says with a sigh, looking sad.

true apology.

“It's okay, Dad,” Roger says, smiling at him. “It's more than we knew before. Besides,

“These kids are going to have to learn to figure it out.”

“And the Goddess said to trust them,” Cora says, shrugging and

standing up, lifting Jesse into his arms and smiling at him. “So, I'm going to leave

Let them worry about that.”

I smile at my sister and realize that, honestly, this is probably the

best method. I mean we're moms, there's definitely no way we wouldn't.

let's worry. But what can we do? Cora and Roger are right: we only have

You have to raise them well and trust that they will figure it out.

“You're not leaving, are you?” I ask, sitting up straight when I see Roger stand up.

also. "Do not stay! We can get food! But I yawn even when

I finish my sentence.

“We’re leaving,” Cora says, with a gentle smile, “because Jesse needs a nap and you need a nap.”

also. And the little princess over there is already asleep.”

I look down at my arms and realize that Cora is right: Ariel fell asleep.

without me realizing it.

“Oh, shoot,” I murmur. “I wanted to feed her…”

 

 

“We'll leave you to that,” Cora says, leaning down and kissing me on the cheek. “I am alone

a phone call away from anything you need, sister.”

“Thanks, Cor,” I murmur, smiling and also hugging Roger when he bends down.

to say goodbye to the baby. I wave to them as they walk out the door, Henry

taking care of them while they go out.

“Will you at least stay, Henry?” I ask, leaning against Sinclair.

“I'm afraid I should go too,” he says as Rafe stands and staggers.

over him, stretching out his chubby arms and begging to be picked up. Henry laughs and

He obeys, lifting my little meatball into his lap. “That is, if this one lets me.”

“If he just sits on you,” I say dryly, “you'll be too heavy to get out.”

from here".

“A fate I will happily accept,” Henry murmurs, placing Rafe on his lap and

hugging him tight, pressing his cheek against Rafe's dark hair. "It seems

a lot to his father at this age. "It's like getting my little one back."

My heart fills hearing Henry talk about Rafe that way, and I feel my own

wave of Sinclair emotion in our bond.

“That one, though,” Henry says, looking at Ariel sleeping in my arms. “She is also

very valuable to me, because I don't know her."

"What do you mean?" He asked, tilting his head curiously.

“I never had a daughter,” he sighs, looking at my little girl with her small coat of hair.

golden white. She then turns her eyes towards Sinclair. “Your mother and I tried to have another one;

 

 

She desperately wanted a girl, you know? But the Goddess decided that two were

“enough.”

“I didn't know,” Sinclair says, his voice a little thick with emotion.

“Yeah,” Henry says, raising his eyebrows as his gaze falls back on Ariel.

“So, this is the fulfillment of a wish that little Sinclair had made ago.”

a long time. “I always wondered what she was like.”

I grit my teeth to keep the tears from stinging my eyes, I don't want Henry

think that I am sad or that I pity you. It's just... I never knew what he wanted

I never knew my sweet daughter would mean so much to him.

“You know,” Henry says, cocking his head, and I lean forward, listening.

sincerely. “I never thought she would be blonde.”

I burst out laughing at this, as did my partner, and wiped away the small tears that

They spring from my eyes. “Well, we don't know if she'll still be blonde,” I say, smiling and

shaking head. “Her hair could get darker…”

“No, Ella,” Henry says, looking up at me. “It is clear that this is your daughter. She will have

your mother's beauty, which includes your unique hair. She's a Sinclair by name... but

It is your mother born again.”

“She has to have a part of me,” Sinclair murmurs, a little jealous, leaning in

to look at her.

“Time will tell,” Henry says, leaning back in his chair. Rafe stammers something, looking at his

grandfather, who smiles at him and runs a hand over his head. "Either way, I'm

 

 

very happy to be your grandfather. I am very happy to be able to see them grow, if the Goddess

It allows".

I nod, accepting the sentiment, thinking that children are lucky to have a grandfather.

so enthusiastic and dedicated.

“I would like,” says Henry, now a little lost in thought, I think, “to be

able to play with them more, being able to participate more in helping you pick them up, pulling

to the ground, running, walking. But,” she shrugs, “when the kids are the

big enough to stand on the back of the chair, at least always

They will have someone to take them from one place to another…”

“Oh my God,” I say, the words spilling out of my mouth. “Oh my God,” I sit up straight,

Looking at Henry, my eyes land on his legs, because honestly, I don't even

I don't notice his chair, nor do I think of him as someone whose abilities are hindered.

Or me as someone who is capable of doing anything about it.

Henry looks at me, his eyebrows raising in surprise as I hurry, but carefully.

I pass Ariel into Sinclair's arms, my partner looks at me curiously too.

“Henry,” she breathed, reaching out and taking his hand. “Why didn't you say anything before? By

no... I'm really sorry? Why didn't it occur to me...?

“What are you talking about, Ella?” she asks, frowning a little at me. Even Rafe gives

a curious little squeak.

“I'm so stupid,” I say, closing my eyes, frantically searching for my gift. "If I

“I can cure you, why doesn’t anyone…?”

 

 

“Oh, Ella,” Henry says, removing his hand from mine. Surprised, I open my eyes and look at them.

his. “She, dear, I don't think it works like that.”

"That?" he asked, surprised.

“I don't think your gift can heal what's already healed,” he says, shaking his head at her.

my. “A disability like this is not an injury. Your gift, from what I have learned by

using it, cures what is wrong in my body. But what happened to me so long ago... I already

I have healed. My body is just different now; I'm not sick".

“Oh,” I say, the logic of that hits me like a slap in the face. I bite my lip

and under the eyes. “Well, would you let me try?”

“Of course, dear,” he murmurs, returning my hand.

And then I close my eyes, access my gift and breathe softly as it travels through

Henry. It weaves some little things that I think are natural with age, but

As you move through it…

He is right.

There is nothing sick or injured in Henry's legs or spine. The wounds that

They healed a long time ago – maybe not in the way we would have liked but… their

body already did the job that my gift would have done, to the best of its ability.

Disappointment must be all over my face, because when I open my eyes, Henry snaps.

tongue and pulls his chair closer, cupping my cheek in his palm. “Thank you for wanting

try it, Ella. But actually, I'm not unhappy with my life in this chair. I am a

blessed man and as much as I would have liked to run with my grandchildren… well,

I'm a little old for that anyway, right?

 

 

“You're not,” I say, wrinkling my nose.

“Well,” Henry laughs, smiling at me as Sinclair sits forward,

pressing close to my side. “At least I can continue with them, which

It’s probably just as good.”

I smile at him, nod and lean back to rest my head on his shoulder.

Sinclair while I do it.

“You're going to be the best grandfather, Henry,” I say, sighing a little as I smile at him. "Have

lucky to have you.”

“And I them,” he says, smiling at Rafe and winking at my son. “

What do you think, little one? Should we go to the kitchens? Have a snack?

In response to your fifth favorite word – only behind Mom, Dad, Jesse and breakfast –

Rafe's little face lights up and he raises his hands in the air, squealing with excitement.

We all laugh and Henry raises an eyebrow at us. When Sinclair nods, Rafe and his grandfather

They walk away and embark on a little adventure.

And I lean against my partner, holding my lucky girl in my arms.