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.

up at him, but

seriously?” I say, my

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

the nation to be

for as long as you’re alive and we’re on the throne,” he grins widely at me, seeing the excitement on my face, “you get a crown.” “Well then let’s go!” I shout,

does not take me immediately to the vault with the crown jewels and let

until the official coronation, my ass,” I murmur angrily as I use a box cutter to cut the tape on probably

feet away from me in his little playpen, Rafe lets out a little

you, Prince Rafe,”

“I agree.

into the room with a little tray

“I’m just following the.

rules.

Kingdom precisely anymore the jewels belong

to wear them until the

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 the bond of when,

wearing that crown, and only that

and then huffs a

“Fine,” he says.

can

“One to start,” I say primly, turning back to

taking the fancy lids off of

the palace with workers and get it back

where the kitchens are and it feels strange

not hungry yet,” I say to Sinclair, laying out Rafe’s

want to get us moved in.” I do take

the last time we were here?” I ask quietly, taking in the tall windows, the gorgeous

with that which suits our taste a bit better, but still…I’ll never forget the day we brought our

into his sandwich and

our bedroom? We have options.” ” Yes,” I

“I’m sure.

fitting.” I smile at

a King’s bedroom for sure – and you are a King!” “Not

that,” I reply,

coronation will go through or something?” “No,” he

everything to be

his head, a little angry, “they took liberties with the privileges of this position that they

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

“I hope I

he looks over at the

I hope I can convince him to be as well, when

then my face bursts into a

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

he not be, he’s so sweet!” Sinclair smiles at

whose mother thought they were too cute to do anything wrong.” Yes,” I sigh, standing and reaching down to pick up my baby and carry him over to his

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

very best, Rafe,” Sinclair says to our boy, smiling

promise you that.” “So,” I say, after a moment as I raise my baby to my