Surrogate For Alpha Dom

King and Queen Ella “I’m glad we did that,” I say later that afternoon as Sinclair pulls our car around to the front entrance of the palace.

“I couldn’t stand to say goodbye to that house if it was to a stranger.

Too many memories there.” ” I agree,” Sinclair says, parking directly out front in what feels…well, feels too informal for the future King’s first entrance to the palace, his new home.

” Doesn’t this place have like, a garage?” I murmur, looking into the back seat to check on little Rafe, who is happily chewing on the sleeve of his little baby hoodie and staring at himself in a mirror attached to his car seat.

“I… think so…” Sinclair says, and I look up in surprise to see him grimacing at me a little.

“I’ve only really been here for state occasions,” he says, shrugging.” And the birth of our child,” I point out.

“Well for that,” he says, “wealsojust parked out front.” “True true,” I say, turning away to my door.

“I guess we’ll figure it all out.

Yes, we will,” he murmurs, getting out of the car and opening the back seat to lift out Rafe’s carrier.

While I wait for them to come around to my side, I stare up at the gorgeous palace in front of me.

“I can’t believe this is going to be my home,” I murmur.

“I can’t believe I’m going to be a King,” he sighs.

I look up at him, studying the lines of his handsome face.

“Yeah,” I agree.

“Me neither.” Sinclair laughs and shakes his head down at me.

“Well, I would hope thatyouwould try to chuff me up a little bit there.” I laugh and take his arm, squeezing it.

“Well, you know I think you cando it,” I say, grinning, “and that I don’t think anyone else could do it any better.

I just,” I consider it for a moment, shaking my head.

“I don’t know.

I’m not going to be able to get used to people calling you King.” “Will you be able to get used to people calling you Queen?” he asks, brow arched.

I laugh up into his face at the ridiculousness of it.

“Absolutely not,” I reply.

“They’ll all just have to call me Ella, or I’ll walk right past them without realizing that they’re talking to me.” “You don’t do so poorly responding to Luna,” he says, pulling his arm from my grip and wrapping it around my shoulder to pull me close.

Yes, but that feels more real,” I say quietly.

“I…know what a Luna’s supposed to do.

I want to protect my pack, help them in all things.” “I imagine Queen is much the same,” he says softly.

“You’ll get used to it.

“Do I get a crown?” I ask grinning up at him, but then my face falls slack with shock when

say,

acrown?” “It’s technically not yours,” he

to the nation to be passed from Queen

long as you’re alive and we’re on the throne,” he grins widely at me, seeing the excitement on my face, “you

hell are we waiting for!” To my extreme disappointment, Sinclair does not take me immediately to the vault with the crown jewels and let me

a box cutter to cut the

from me in his little playpen, Rafe lets out a little squeal that I choose to interpret as

Rafe,” I call to

“I agree.

into the room

“I’m just following the.

rules.

Kingdom precisely anymore the jewels belong

not right to wear them until the people have officially

on the bed, “onlyon state occasions.” “Again,” I sigh, pausing to look up at him, “this is a rule that I will choose, in my wisdom as Queen, not to follow.” And then I send him a mental image down

how good I’ll look wearing that crown, and only that

and then huffs a laugh, grinning

“Fine,” he says.

can be

“One to start,” I say primly,

the fancy lids off of our plates of sandwiches, like we’re in some kind of

pleased to hear that Sinclair, in starting to hire people to refill the palace with workers and get it back

I don’t even know where the kitchens are and it feels strange already to be waited

do when I’m pregnant again? Just… wander the halls, starving, searching for the kitchens? “I’m not hungry yet,” I say

moved in.” I do take a moment, though, to look around the

I ask quietly, taking in

that which suits our taste a bit better, but still…I’ll never forget

into his sandwich

We have options.” ” Yes,” I say with a

“I’m sure.

fitting.” I smile

– and you are a King!” “Not yet, he

saying that,” I reply,

doubting the fact that the coronation will go through or something?” “No,” he replies,

everything to be

his father…” he shakes his head, a little angry, “they took liberties with

right.” ” I know,” I say quietly, watching my whole-hearted mate struggle with

“I hope I

then he looks

well, when his turn comes.” “Rafe?” I say, turning to my baby

then my face bursts

wonderful King!” And then I laugh, crawling over to his

be, he’s so sweet!” Sinclair

do anything wrong.” Yes,” I sigh, standing and reaching

right.” I kiss my baby on his head, sending a little love down the bond to him that makes him smile and wiggle

do our very best, Rafe,” Sinclair says to

a moment as I