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.

I ask grinning up at him, but then my face falls slack with shock

say, my eyes

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

to the nation to

at me, seeing the excitement on my face, “you get a crown.” “Well then let’s go!” I shout, bursting forward and heading up the

to the vault with the crown jewels

to cut the tape on probably

playpen, Rafe lets

Rafe,”

“I agree.

am not,” Sinclair laughs, coming into the room with a little

“I’m just following the.

rules.

not really a Kingdom precisely anymore the

not right to wear them until the people

“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 the bond of when,

wearing that crown,

and then huffs a

“Fine,” he says.

exception can

I say primly, turning back

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

hear that Sinclair, in starting to hire people to refill the palace with workers and get it back to fully functioning, hired a

even know where the kitchens are and it feels strange already to be waited on like

do when I’m pregnant again? Just… wander the halls, starving, searching for the kitchens? “I’m not hungry yet,” I say to Sinclair, laying out Rafe’s clothes on the floor in

do take a moment, though, to look

I ask quietly, taking

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

murmurs, biting into his sandwich

sure you still want us to be our bedroom? We have options.” ” Yes,” I say with a little sigh,

“I’m sure.

fitting.” I smile at

a King’s bedroom for sure – and you are

keep saying that,” I reply, frowning at

fact that the coronation will go through or something?” “No,” he replies, cocking his head to the

just…want everything to

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

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

hope I can

looks over at the

I can convince him to be as well, when his turn comes.” “Rafe?” I say, turning to my

face

crawling over to his little playpen and peeking over the

he’s so sweet!”

wrong.” Yes,” I sigh, standing and reaching down to pick up my baby and carry

little love down the bond to

our very best, Rafe,” Sinclair says

as I raise my baby to my shoulder and hold him