Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate

Ella

The aids go pale as they see me hurry back to the door, their eyes going wide. This is not protocol

“Ella!” Cora gasps, her eyes moving quickly over me as she bounces Rafe in her arms, trying to calm him. “What are you doing!?”

“He wants me, Cora,” I breathe, hurrying to her side and reaching for my baby. Cora doesn’t hesitate, handing him over to me, even though she rolls her eyes.

“He’s going to be fine!”

“Well, he is now!” I say, already turning back to the door, my baby beginning to calm, though his face is still red and a few tears stand out on his cheeks.

The aids wave to me frantically and 1 nod to them, mouthing my apologies as I again head through the door and hurry towards the aisle.

The crowd, which had gone quiet in their confusion, suddenly bursts into the loudest cheer yet, a great deal of laughter and joy in their noise now. I laugh along with them as I head down the aisle, shrugging my apology and hoping that they understand. Because as much as I’d love to be their dignified queen?

I’m always going to be a mother first.

tears from his face, as I see him look around at everyone in wonder and

the throne and see my mate standing at the end of the asile, waiting for us. And my smile deepens as a thrill runs through me from head

– the crowd loves it, and cheers harder. I laugh at this too, reaching out a hand for Sinclair when I come

he takes my hand and pulls me to his side. “I tried to be dignified – it

kissing my hair. “This

and letting him hug me before taking a deep breath and standing straight at his side. Because he’s right – as

to make do with regular old

maybe that’s all

mate come down the aisle, walking slowly behind Henry, who really does manage to look strong and dignified as he makes his way towards us. When he reaches the end Henry makes a short detour up the little ramp that we had built for him as Cora and Roger come up to stand at our side – Cora next to me, and Roger next to his brother, presenting a

bits go as fast

of our fine city – a human – comes forward along with the head of the largest pack – a wolf – to together perform the ceremony. Sinclair and I turn towards them and he goes to one knee,

One that is

faces them all and looks around smiling, nodding deeply to let them know that he accepts his new position with the gravity that it is due. The cheer goes on for a long time and I send Sinclair a little pulse of joy. He turns to me then, taking my hand and beaming his own

a few moments, but when the crowd dies down Sinclair turns towards the throne, accepting from one of the aids another

into serious lines now as I

I’ve joked about wanting to wear this crown and it really is very pretty – I’m well aware that it’s not a piece of costume jewelry to be played with. That it

rest of my life making that promise come true. I tilt my chin up to my love, my mate, holding his gaze as he lifts the crown above my head