Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate

Ella

Even though Cora got ready in my room at the palace, we did a great deal of work to make this wedding as public as possible as public as our coronation, if not more so. In order to do that, once Cora was dressed we escorted her down to the garage-level of the palace to where a beautiful open- top vintage Rolls Royce was waiting to drive her around to the front.

“Are you serious?” she had said, rolling her eyes, but she was laughing at the same time – because, honestly, it was very cool.

Roger had his doubts about the plan, wanting to know if it was safe, but all the security details that Sinclair had put out had assured us that there were no major threats to our safety. The majority of the humans who objected to a wolf King had either been satiated by Sinclair’s sincere promises that humans and wolves would be on equal footing or have taken their complaints underground.

And, as Cora suggested to me last night, actually a great number of people humans and wolves alike are very excited about the reality of having a royal family to call their own.

Sinclair and I see the proof of this when we finish welcoming the hundreds of guests who will be inside our Hall for the ceremony and step forward towards the doors, where we can see Cora’s car turning down the road.

The crowds lining the streets in front of the palace go wild when they see us, shouting and cheering for Sinclair, for Rafe, and – I blush when I hear it – for me as well. Sinclair starts to wave to everyone so, smiling, I do too, and then –

I hold the baby up so everyone can see, and the roar goes louder.

Sinclair and I laugh at that as I tuck Rafe again securely by my side, pleased as I think any parents would be when people show affection for our child.

But my smile grows when the cheers turn towards Cora, their duchess, as she waves to them from the car that drives her down the road.

us the two sisters who were raised human and have found themselves at the center of all of this drama. It was a flattering piece that focused the majority of its attention on my sister only fitting, as it’s her wedding we’re celebrating today – and our struggles as orphans, her time

Cora this morning, fawning over the pictures, but she had waved it away, not

now, replaced by a beaming woman in a beautiful wedding gown, her long veil trailing down her back as she waves eagerly

place where an altar would be, were this a religious ceremony. Roger gives me a thumbs-up and Henry waves,

Cora whispers, laughing as Sinclair offers a hand to help

“You look beautiful, Cora,” I add, tears filling my eyes as I take in my sister in her incredibly gorgeous wedding

a hand up to wipe at my cheeks. “Seriously,

crying,” Sinclair says, smirking and reaching for Rafe, “then you’re woefully mistaken,

pass Rafe off to his father and she loops her arm

say, sniffing the rest of my tears back

she says, giving

stairs, Cora and I make our way towards the palace. When we get to the top of the stairs, we turn to wave to the crowds who all cheer wildly, and then we turn inside. The aids

says, kissing her on the cheek

comfortable

who process before the bride, and I smile to see Rafe looking interestedly around the room at

my mate and child reach the front of the room, the music changes, turning into the

say, standing on my toes to kiss my sister’s cheek,

she murmurs as

I walk my sister

talked about this at length, of course but in absence of any real father figure, Cora asked me to walk her. And, obviously, I cried my

it’s always been me and Cora, hasn’t it? We’ve been mother and father to each other, sister and best friend. So, me walking her down the