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.

ask grinning up at him, but then my face

I say, my

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

to the nation to be passed from Queen

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, bursting forward and

disappointment, Sinclair does not take me immediately to the vault with the crown jewels and let me wear my tiara while I unpack all of our

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

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

Rafe,” I call

“I agree.

being cruel.” “I am not,” Sinclair laughs, coming into the room with a

“I’m just following the.

rules.

precisely anymore the jewels belong

not right to wear them until the people have officially given

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 the bond of when, precisely, I plan to be wearing

how good I’ll look wearing that crown,

blinks and then huffs a laugh, grinning

“Fine,” he says.

exception can

primly,

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

starting to hire people to refill the palace with workers and get it back to fully functioning, hired a head

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

the halls, starving, searching for the kitchens? “I’m not

I do take a moment, though, to look

ask quietly, taking in the tall

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

biting into his sandwich and watching

We

“I’m sure.

fitting.” I smile at

for sure – and you

saying that,” I reply, frowning

will go

just…want everything to

and his father…” he shakes 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 his new

“I hope I

he looks over at the

when his turn comes.” “Rafe?”

then my face bursts into a

then I laugh, crawling

so sweet!”

little baby 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

on his head, sending a little love down the bond to him that makes him smile and wiggle with

Rafe,” Sinclair

that.” “So,” I say, after a moment as I raise my