Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate

Chapter 447: Reception

Ella

Cora and Roger’s reception goes late into the night, which is just fine by me because for the first time this week? Sinclair and I haven’t been the focus of the attention, and we just get to party.

I mean, that’s not completely true. We’re still the King and the Queen of our nation and we can’t ignore our duties entirely. But it’s much, much easier when Cora and Roger are the ones who work their way around the room, greeting all of their guests and thanking them for their attendance.

I smile as I sip at my soda during a break in the dancing, watching as Roger holds Cora close to his side as they chat to some people I don’t know old friends of Cora’s from med school, I think.

“He hasn’t kept his hands off her all night,” Sinclair says, laughing a little. I grin up at him. “Look who’s talking,” I say, glancing down at his own arm wrapped firmly around me.

“What can I say,” he murmurs, grinning down at me. “You’re very touchable.”

Rafe, resting sleepily against my chest, gives a little squeak that makes us laugh.

“Don’t worry, baby,” Sinclair says, lowering his head to kiss Rafe’s soft hair. “You’re very cute too, I haven’t forgotten.”

Rafe grumbles a little but relaxes, his eyes drifting closed against me.

“I don’t think he’s going to make it much longer,” I say with a sigh, considering my little baby. “Do you think the party will miss me too much if I bow out early?”

roll my eyes a little at his flattery, “but I’m sure everyone will forgive.

smiling since we walked down the aisle. “She’s having a good time –

a moment, me considering my escape, but then I feel Sinclair go stiff

ask, peering up

new,” he murmurs, his eyes on the far side of

Atalaxians.”

to say hello and to congratulate Cora, but he’s

ceremony and the reception in

stand on my tiptoes to see,

indeed,” Sinclair murmurs, clearly as unhappy about it as I am. Xander hasn’t tried to talk to us tonight hasn’t even attempted to give his congratulations – which is fine

and I feel a little worry twisting inside me. I glance at my mate, wondering if

shouting breaks out from that

is instantly in motion, grabbing my hand and striding across the room. I hurry my pace to keep up with his long strides, almost running, and Rafe wakes up against me with an upset little squeal. I send calm thoughts down the bond to him

of people. My mate keeps

see the problem, and I am not at all surprised that my uncle is

their tuxedos, bristle as they frown at a human woman with her twin daughters pressed tight against her side. The woman looks worriedly

to explain, clearly thinking herself in trouble. She gestures towards the little individually wrapped bars of peppermint bark – Cora’s favorite -that we left at each guest’s seat as part of

noticed that…this table hadn’t eaten theirs,” she continues, her voice tight, “and

down at the woman and her children with clear disdain, “even speak to me, let alone beg of

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