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.

great.” “Do I get a crown?” I ask grinning up at him, but then my face falls slack with shock when he slowly begins

say, my eyes going

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

belongs to the nation to

throne,” he grins widely at me, seeing the excitement on my face,

the hell are we waiting for!” To my extreme disappointment, Sinclair does not take me immediately to the vault with the crown jewels and let

angrily as I use a box cutter to cut the tape on probably my fortieth

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

you, Prince Rafe,”

“I agree.

not,” Sinclair laughs, coming into the room with a little tray of food for

“I’m just following the.

rules.

precisely

to wear them until the people have officially

putting the tray down on the bed, “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

how good I’ll look wearing that crown, and only that

then huffs

“Fine,” he says.

can

start,” I say primly, turning back

fancy lids off of our plates

to hear that Sinclair, in starting to hire people to refill the palace with workers and get it

are and it

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

take a moment,

time we were here?” I ask quietly, taking

suits our taste a bit better, but still…I’ll

murmurs, biting into

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

“I’m sure.

I

you are a King!” “Not yet, he says,

I reply, frowning

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

just…want everything

head, a little angry, “they took liberties with the

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

hope I can be,”

then he looks over at the

as well, when his turn comes.” “Rafe?” I say, turning

then my face bursts into

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

he’s so sweet!” Sinclair smiles at me

do anything wrong.” Yes,” I sigh, standing

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

Rafe,” Sinclair says to our

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