Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate

Chapter 468: Departure

Ella

Sinclair and I dress very formally that night, knowing that how we bid our farewell to the Atalaxian delegation is going to be something that we handle with a great deal of care, especially as we know that Calvin will be there. We even wear our crowns, hoping that they oblige the Atalaxians to see us as representatives of the state which they intend to destroy.

Rafe, unfortunately, has other ideas about his formality.

“Oh, god,” I sigh when he shrieks and pulls his tiny crown off for the third time. “Dominic, he won’t wear it

“So don’t make him,” Sinclair says with a grin, coming to stand close to me in our closet, putting his hand on my back and peering down at our son.

Honestly, he’s a baby -”

“He is the future King – “I huff as I slide Rafe’s crown around my wrist like a bracelet. “Without the crown he’s just our little baby meatball – ”

Sinclair laughs now, taking the baby from me and holding him high up in the air, making Rafe shriek with laughter. “Did you hear how your mommy talks about you, Rafe!?” Sinclair calls, pretending to be appalled. Rafe just giggles harder, delighted. “A future King, and she calls you a meatball!”

“He is,” I say, laughing and reaching for him. “He’s my little meatball, though,” I murmur, taking him back into my arms and leaning into my mate. “He’s just getting so big. And he’s very round.”

Sinclair murmurs, leaning down to kiss me on the cheek and then Rafe

I turn my mouth down at my baby. “You quit it, Rafe. Stay

a sigh. ” Just through these first couple months so that they’re stronger, then it kind of evens out. But yeah…he’s

looking up at Sinclair.

Sinclair murmurs, kissing my hair. “Our little pup needs his

I sigh, turning to the room when Sinclair tugs me in that direction. “As soon as those show up, I am

the door. But both of us grow serious as we pass through it, because while we’re certainly able to distract

We’re still a nation on the brink of war, and it doesn’t look like there’s

blame them – Sinclair told me on the ride to their house this morning

offers and ideas, apparently determined to go to war. Only Calvin, sitting across the table from us, looks

Calvin says or does. Every time the Prince visibly moves or breathes, Sinclair sends a growl his way. I keep having to put

have any regicide tonight,” I

Prince out of the line of succession,” Sinclair mutters back, sounding

to do this on my own,” I say, knowing that it’s time to

Sinclair snaps,

with clear eyes. Rafe, sleeping in my arm, fusses a little, I think disturbed by our heightened

over to the corner of the room, where Calvin is clearly waiting to face us, his shoulders tense even though he has calmly slipped his hands into his

everyone would be

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