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.

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

seriously?” I say, my eyes

get acrown?” “It’s technically not

to

me, seeing the excitement on my face, “you get a crown.” “Well then

immediately to the vault with the crown jewels and let me wear

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

Rafe lets out a little squeal that I choose to interpret

Prince Rafe,” I call to

“I agree.

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

“I’m just following the.

rules.

not really a Kingdom precisely anymore the

to wear them until the people have officially given

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.”

good I’ll look wearing

then huffs a laugh,

“Fine,” he says.

exception can be

“One to start,” I say primly, turning back

the fancy lids off of our plates

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

I don’t even know where the kitchens are and it feels

for the kitchens? “I’m not hungry yet,” I say to Sinclair, laying out

I do take a moment, though, to

time we were here?” I ask quietly, taking in the tall

the furniture replaced with that which suits our taste a bit

biting into his

you still want us to be our bedroom? We have

“I’m sure.

I

bedroom for sure – and you are a King!”

keep saying that,” I reply,

that the coronation will go through

everything

his father…” he shakes his head, a little angry, “they took liberties with the privileges of

I know,” I say quietly, watching my

be better.” “I hope I

he looks over at

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

face bursts into

great Prince! And a wonderful King!” And then I laugh, crawling over to his little playpen

he not be, he’s so sweet!” Sinclair smiles

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 over to his poor worried

I kiss my baby on his head, sending a little love down the bond to him that makes him smile and wiggle

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

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