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.

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

seriously?” I say, my eyes going

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

belongs to the nation to be passed from Queen to

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.”

does not take me immediately to the vault

use a box cutter to cut the tape on probably my fortieth box and

Rafe lets out a little

you, Prince Rafe,” I call to

“I agree.

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

“I’m just following the.

rules.

really a Kingdom precisely anymore the

until the people have officially given them to

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

how good I’ll look wearing

huffs a laugh, grinning

“Fine,” he says.

can be

“One to start,” I say primly,

of our plates

in starting to hire people to refill the

are and it feels strange already to

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

in.” I do take a moment, though, to

were here?” I ask quietly, taking in

the furniture replaced with that which suits our taste a bit better, but

biting into his sandwich

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

“I’m sure.

I smile at

King’s bedroom for sure – and you are a King!” “Not yet, he says, shaking his

that,” I

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

just…want everything to be

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

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

better.” “I hope I can

he looks over

well, when

my face bursts into a

And a wonderful King!” And then I laugh, crawling over to his little playpen and peeking over the

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

cute to do anything wrong.” Yes,” I sigh, standing and reaching down to pick

raise him right.” I kiss my baby on his head, sending a little love down the bond

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

as I raise my baby to my shoulder and hold