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

clutching my little baby to me. I turn my mouth down at my baby. “You quit it, Rafe. Stay

forever,” he says with a sigh. ” Just through these first couple months so that they’re stronger, then it kind of

appalled and looking up

Sinclair murmurs, kissing my hair. “Our little

I sigh, turning to the room when Sinclair tugs me in

serious as we pass through it, because while we’re certainly able

war, and it doesn’t look

same, though Cora and Roger opted out of this one. I can’t say I blame them – Sinclair told me on the

efforts, the Atalaxians turn away all of our last- ditch offers and ideas, apparently determined to go to war. Only Calvin, sitting across the table from us, looks towards

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

I

out of the line of succession,”

have to do this on my own,” I say,

not,” Sinclair snaps,

insist, looking up at him with clear eyes. Rafe, sleeping in my arm,

a vicious snarl as he looks over to the corner of the room, where Calvin is clearly waiting to face us, his

Not everyone would be able to stand

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