Accidental Surrogate

King and Queen Ella “I’m glad we did that,” I say later that afternoon as Sinclair pulls our car around to the front entrance of the palace.

“I couldn’t stand to say goodbye to that house if it was to a stranger.

Too many memories there.” ” I agree,” Sinclair says, parking directly out front in what feels…well, feels too informal for the future King’s first entrance to the palace, his new home.

” Doesn’t this place have like, a garage?” I murmur, looking into the back seat to check on little Rafe, who is happily chewing on the sleeve of his little baby hoodie and staring at himself in a mirror attached to his car seat.

“I… think so…” Sinclair says, and I look up in surprise to see him grimacing at me a little.

“I’ve only really been here for state occasions,” he says, shrugging.” And the birth of our child,” I point out.

“Well for that,” he says, “wealsojust parked out front.” “True true,” I say, turning away to my door.

“I guess we’ll figure it all out.

Yes, we will,” he murmurs, getting out of the car and opening the back seat to lift out Rafe’s carrier.

While I wait for them to come around to my side, I stare up at the gorgeous palace in front of me.

“I can’t believe this is going to be my home,” I murmur.

“I can’t believe I’m going to be a King,” he sighs.

I look up at him, studying the lines of his handsome face.

“Yeah,” I agree.

“Me neither.” Sinclair laughs and shakes his head down at me.

“Well, I would hope thatyouwould try to chuff me up a little bit there.” I laugh and take his arm, squeezing it.

“Well, you know I think you cando it,” I say, grinning, “and that I don’t think anyone else could do it any better.

I just,” I consider it for a moment, shaking my head.

“I don’t know.

I’m not going to be able to get used to people calling you King.” “Will you be able to get used to people calling you Queen?” he asks, brow arched.

I laugh up into his face at the ridiculousness of it.

“Absolutely not,” I reply.

“They’ll all just have to call me Ella, or I’ll walk right past them without realizing that they’re talking to me.” “You don’t do so poorly responding to Luna,” he says, pulling his arm from my grip and wrapping it around my shoulder to pull me close.

Yes, but that feels more real,” I say quietly.

“I…know what a Luna’s supposed to do.

I want to protect my pack, help them in all things.” “I imagine Queen is much the same,” he says softly.

“You’ll get used to it.

crown?” I ask grinning up at him, but then

I say, my eyes

technically

to the nation to be passed from

me, seeing the excitement on my face, “you get a crown.” “Well then let’s go!” I shout, bursting forward

the hell are we waiting for!” To my extreme disappointment, Sinclair does not take me immediately to the vault with the crown jewels and let me wear my tiara while I unpack all

I murmur angrily as I use a box cutter to

feet away from me in his little playpen, Rafe lets out a little squeal

Rafe,” I call

“I agree.

“I am not,” Sinclair laughs, coming into the room with a little tray of food for

“I’m just following the.

rules.

really a Kingdom precisely anymore

them until the people have

at him, “this is a rule that I will choose, in my wisdom as Queen, not to follow.” And then I send him a mental image down the bond of when, precisely, I plan to be wearing

just how good I’ll look wearing that crown, and

blinks and then huffs a laugh, grinning at

“Fine,” he says.

exception can

I say primly,

says, taking the fancy lids off of our

Sinclair, in starting to hire people to refill the palace with workers and

even know where the kitchens are and it feels strange already to be waited on

do when I’m pregnant again? Just… wander the halls, starving, searching for the kitchens? “I’m not hungry yet,” I say to Sinclair, laying out Rafe’s clothes on the floor in neat piles and

us moved in.” I do take a

last time we were here?” I ask quietly, taking

with that which suits our taste a bit better, but still…I’ll never forget the day we brought our baby

biting into his

us to be our bedroom? We have options.” ” Yes,”

“I’m sure.

I

a King’s bedroom for sure – and you are a King!” “Not yet, he

saying that,” I

wrong? Are you… doubting the fact that the coronation will go through or something?” “No,” he

everything

“they took liberties with the privileges of this position that they shouldn’t

know,” I say quietly, watching my whole-hearted mate struggle with his

hope I can be,” he

then he looks

well, when his turn comes.” “Rafe?” I

face

a great Prince! And a wonderful King!” And then I laugh, crawling over to his little

he’s so sweet!” Sinclair smiles at

whose mother thought they were too cute to do anything wrong.” Yes,” I sigh, standing and reaching down to pick up my baby and carry him over to

baby on his head, sending a little

best, Rafe,” Sinclair says

say, after a moment as I raise my baby to my shoulder