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

turn my mouth

so that they’re stronger, then it kind of evens out.

gasp, appalled and looking up at Sinclair.

love,” Sinclair murmurs, kissing my hair.

I sigh, turning to the room when Sinclair tugs me in that direction. “As soon

the door. But both of us grow serious as we

on the brink of war, and it doesn’t look like there’s anything

to get the Atalaxians to turn. Henry’s there, doing the same, though Cora and Roger opted out of this one. I can’t say I blame them – Sinclair told me on the

to go to war. Only Calvin, sitting across the table

look favorably on anything that Calvin says or does. Every time the Prince visibly moves or breathes, Sinclair sends a growl his way. I keep having to put a hand on my mate’s knee, reminding him

not have any regicide tonight,” I murmur quietly

a Prince out of the line

turning my face up to my mate. “Dominic, I think I have to do this on my own,” I say, knowing that it’s time to

Sinclair snaps,

Rafe, sleeping in my arm, fusses a little, I think disturbed by

corner of the room, where

honestly a bit impressed with the coolness with which he’s handling this. Not everyone would be able to stand straight and look Dominic Sinclair in the eye the night

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