Accidental Surrogate

Chapter 433

gh to find each other and build a family.

But still, facing this delegation? I’m a little glad that we’ve got some intimidating credentials to speak for us. Brave little mate, Sinclair says to me down the bond, making my smirk deepen. I’m glad you’re letting them see that you’re not scared of them.

Oh, I’m scared of them, I pass back, not bothering to look up at him for support.

But you’re right. There’s no reason for them to see it.

He gives me a warm nudge of support as the first line of five Atalaxians step forward and give a bow. The man at the far left of the line steps forward then, beginning to speak. He introduces himself first – the first and most significant member – and then moves on to each new delegate, who bows his heads to us each in turn.

I turn my head a little as this formal introduction progresses, because this is … odd. I understand that this reception has a rather official quality, but each of the greetings we’ve given to each delegation before this has been warm and chatty, with people introducing themselves warmly or greeting Sinclair and I as old friends, if they know us.

The Atalaxians? They don’t say a word, instead letting their singular speaker do all the work.

Still, I do my best to follow along as Rafe begins to fuss in my arms, not liking something – I don’t know what, though. I hold him higher, tighter against me, trying to pass a little calmness down our bond so that he can relax, maybe fall asleep. The baby responds to this, resting his head against my chest a little and settling.

The speaker finishes introducing the first line of delegates, which includes the predictable ambassadors and senators who have been sent to witness the coronation and have discussions about the future connections between our two nations.

Prince, which makes my eyes raise. Why had he not been included in

his bow, though I admit that I do not catch his name, which I kick myself for. I’m

myself a bit struck by him, if I’m being honest. He’s about my age, and tall, with dark hair and a handsome face with

broad shouldered, he’s a great deal slimmer than my own mate, though

to Sinclair, looking serious but perhaps even a little bored, like he’s done this a thousand times. And

he stands straight, staring at me for a long

a second, his eyes flicking to Sinclair before he regains his bored composure, nodding to

look up at my mate, whose shoulders are stiff with

earth just

dismissed and Rafe

bond to which we respond as quickly as we can. It’s honestly the best part of being a wolf mother – and an aspect of it I never really considered until Rafe came

“I think I have to take him out,” I murmur, glancing

hand behind me to settle on my back. I need us all here, for this delegation at least. If he

I watch passively as they each step forward and nod to us. I nod in turn, though I admit that my attention is decidedly focused on my son, who cries in earnest now, unhappy. I hold him tight, bouncing him in my arms, worried

curious pulse down the line, which has worked before sometimes he passes me an emotion, or has even given me a brief impression of the thing he wants – But today, nothing. He’s just upset. My eyes are totally focused on the baby, ignoring the final members of the delegation in my maternal concern for my son,

Atalaxia for his services as advisor

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