Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate

Chapter 438: 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.”

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

and pleasure to see him lead this

his head at me in wonder. And I smile back. “You’re going to be a wonderful

deep breath, simply accepting my faith in him. And I let him hold me tight and warm, pleased to the

we’ve let him lay alone in

I

on the love,” I say happily, crawling away from my mate and getting out

to the two of

“Little Prince Rafe!

towards the bathroom as I take Rafe

day, as predicted, is…incredibly

room that is a strange mix of auditorium and conference chamber, with the

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

pants with a blue sash over the front as well as a great number of medals. I don’t know

honestly, is all that matters

little Rafe, who is dressed like his father no medals, though – and he grins up at me, giving a little squeal. I smile

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

him a big hug, pressing a couple of kisses to his soft hair, before

up at him,

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