Accidental Surrogate

A Prince Ella I can’t help it, not at all. I burst immediately into tears. The crowd, when they realize what’s going on and when I think they see my over-emotional reaction to it – begin to again shout their approval. Sinclair laughs when he sees me crying, shaking his head at me as he returns to my side with the little crown in his hands.

“Well, if you didn’t want me to cry!” I say, stamping my foot lightly, “you should have told me!” “Nah,” Sinclair says, smiling at me, his voice soft but somehow still audible over the cheers of the crowd. “This is way better. It was worth it to see your face.” “Okay well,” I say in a rush, wiping hastily at my cheeks before raising Rafe a little so that he’s sitting straight up in my arms, looking up at his father with a happy smile. “Get on with it! I want to see how he looks!” Sinclair laughs at me, shaking his head, and the crowd quiets, eager to hear what their King will say.

“Rafe Sinclair,” my mate says, looking seriously at his son. But Rafe frowns and waves his hands at him, confused by the seriousness of his voice, which makes Sinclair instantly laugh and have to start over.

The crowd laughs along with us, pleased, I think, to see their serious King look so human, to see how much he loves his son.

“Rafe Sinclair,” my mate tries again, his voice lighter this time, and Rafe lets out a little squeal of joy that threatens to make me cry again. Sinclair grins, leaning over a little. “I crown you as my Prince and my heir, to ascend to this throne when it is your time to rule. I promise to raise you to understand this responsibility, to grow to be a good man, and to deserve it.” And then, when I think my heart will burst with love, Sinclair gently places the little crown on Rafe’s tiny head.

I watch eagerly to see what Rafe will do and then I burst into laugher when he reaches his pudgy hands up touching it experimentally, trying to get a grip on it so he can pull it off.

But I move his little hand away and the crowd again bursts into cheers, charmed – I know – by their little Prince, who deserves every moment of their adoration.

I step close to Sinclair, turning my head up to him, and he bends a little and kisses me, warm and real and true. I lose myself to the kiss, loving him so much I can hardly bear it, and I have no idea, really, if the crowd cheers to see us because I’m lost in him.

The next thing I know Sinclair has his arm wrapped around my shoulders, and he’s leading me back down the aisle, and we’re waving to our people.

and we’re back in the private little room at the front of the great hall, and Henry and Cora and Roger come in smiling and laughing behind

them – instead, I can only look up at my mate, my Alpha, my King, my love for him shining and beaming down

waist pulling me close, Rafe snuggled between us. Sinclair uses his other hand to tilt my chin up towards him. ” You look just as

asks, quirking an eyebrow at

but this crown.” A growl reverberates in his chest, and my King lowers

the majority of our citizens are celebrating out on the street – but there

invited to celebrate with us, along with many of our most

overwhelmed by all of the guests

us about their excitement for the future of the nation. I do my

that after three hours of the

done, so I squeeze Sinclair’s hand, and kiss Rafe’s head, and turn to the next person who

and my face bursts into a grin as I turn to see little Benny from the human refugee camp rushing towards me at the head of about five children,

force my enthusiasm this time as I crouch down and open an arm to welcome him into a hug. “I’m so glad you could come!” I sent an invitation to the children’s home about a week ago encouraging some caretakers and children to attend, but I hadn’t received any word back.

Queen,” Benny says, frowning up at my crown after he pulls back