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 when

I say, my eyes going

technically

nation to be passed from Queen

seeing the excitement on my face, “you get a crown.” “Well then let’s go!”

me immediately to the vault with the crown jewels and let me wear my tiara while I unpack all of

a box cutter to cut

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

Prince Rafe,”

“I agree.

cruel.” “I am not,” Sinclair laughs, coming into the room with a little tray of food for

“I’m just following the.

rules.

Kingdom precisely anymore the

not right to wear them until the people have officially given them

“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 the bond of when, precisely, I

just how good I’ll look wearing that

then huffs a laugh, grinning

“Fine,” he says.

exception can

primly, turning back to

off of our plates of sandwiches, like we’re in some

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

the kitchens are and it feels strange

not hungry yet,” I say to Sinclair, laying

in.” I do take a moment, though,

last time we were here?” I ask quietly, taking

bit better, but still…I’ll never forget the day we brought our

into his

be our bedroom? We have

“I’m sure.

I smile

a King’s bedroom for sure – and you are a

keep saying that,” I reply,

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

just…want everything to be

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

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

“I hope I can be,”

looks

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

face

he’ll be a great Prince! And a wonderful King!” And then I laugh, crawling over to his little playpen and peeking over the edge, grinning

How could he not be, he’s so sweet!” Sinclair smiles at me but

Yes,” I sigh, standing

on his head, sending a little love down the bond to him that

Rafe,” Sinclair says to our

after a moment as I raise my baby to my shoulder