Accidental Surrogate

Chapter 439-Coronation

Ella

Sinclair and I wake up only a few short hours later, our clothing spread out all over the bed and floor all around us, because today is the big day.

I groan a little when I feel Sinclair stir.

“No,” I murmur, wrapping my arm around him and pulling him back down. Or, I should say that he lets me pull him back down. Because there’s no way I’m strong enough to physically make my big scary Alpha do anything he doesn’t want to do.

But he is sweet, and obliges me.

“I know,” he murmurs, cupping my face in his gigantic hand. “I’m sorry, trouble.

But we’ve got to get up and look pretty for our big day.” “Let’s just go ugly,” I sigh. “Really… lower expectations for the rest of your reign.

You can rule in sweatpants and t- shirts. They’ll call you the Comfortable King.” He laughs, and I can feel him shake his head. “Come on, Ella,” he cajoles. ” Don’t you want to look pretty to match the crown?” I crack an eye open, tempted. Because honestly, I forgot about the crown. I’ve been very much looking forward to the crown.

He laughs again, looking down at me. There she is,” he says, smiling at me. ” My little magpie. Come on, gorgeous.” “Fine,” I sigh, sitting up straight with a pout. “But I am having two cups of coffee today, which means that that one-” I say, pointing to the baby, “is going to be all jittery all day.” “A compromise I think we can accept for one day,” Sinclair says, pulling me close. I turn my face up to him, sensing that he wants it, and Sinclair kisses me long and lingering. As he does he passes feelings to me down the bond pride, and happiness, and a great deal of contentment.

And I pass him back my own feelings much the same, as well as a great deal of hope and pleasure to see him lead this nation for which he’s fought for so long.

breaks our kiss,

you,” he murmurs, shaking his head at me in wonder.

King, Dominic.” He wraps his arms tight around me, taking a deep breath, simply accepting my faith in

other when Rafe gives a little squeak, wondering why we’ve let him lay alone in his

I both

from my mate and

the two of us, kissing Rafe on the head. “He’ll be a Prince, after all, once the day is done.” “Hear that!?” I say to the baby, laughing a little. “Little Prince Rafe! Cutest little heir to the throne that there ever was!” “True, ” Sinclair murmurs, dropping a kiss to my head too and then moving towards the bathroom as I take Rafe to his changing table to get him ready for our big

day, as predicted, is…incredibly

starts with a great deal of formality as Sinclair leads me into a room that is a strange mix of auditorium and conference chamber, with

sides of it, with an elaborate table on the fourth side of the room and a narrow empty space at the center. Sinclair seats himself at the center of elaborate table, with me to his right and his father to his left. I look behind me and grin when I see Cora and Roger

with a blue sash over the front as well as a great number

honestly, is all that

medals, though – and he grins up at me, giving a little squeal. I smile at him, laughing. “Are you excited for the big day?” I whisper, giving him a little pulse of curiosity down

letting me know how he feels. A little thrill goes through me, as it always does, to be able to communicate so effectively with my son even though he is so young. And he laughs

to his soft hair, before I

he asks, and I beam up at him, giving a

of the governors of the distinct provinces of our nation comes forward and affirms Sinclair as their choice for

glance at the smaller cohort of five Atalaxians just visible at the back of the room, knowing that this is not