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.

on my face as the crowd cheers for Rafe and I, as I coo to him and wipe the tears from his face, as I see him look around at everyone in wonder and surprise. He’s not scared anymore not with me holding him. Someone in the crowd shouts his name and I swear he turns when he hears it, making

waiting for us. And my smile deepens as a thrill runs through me from head to

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

I say, still laughing as he takes my hand and pulls me to his side. “I tried to be dignified –

murmurs, kissing my hair. “This was better. It

me before taking a deep breath and standing straight at

They’ll just have to make do with

that’s all they really want

us. When he reaches the end Henry makes a

bits go as fast as

to together perform the ceremony. Sinclair and I turn towards them

human kind together. One that is done the mayor hands Sinclair a scepter that marks his sovereignty, and then the pack leader comes forward to reverently place a crown on his head, declaring him

all and looks around smiling, nodding deeply to let them know that he accepts his new position with the gravity that it is

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

face settling into serious lines now as I see it, finally,

very pretty – I’m well aware that it’s not a piece of costume jewelry to be played with. That it is, instead, a very real promise that I’m making to the people of this nation to care

my chin up to my