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

say, my eyes going

technically

to the nation to be

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

disappointment, Sinclair does not take me immediately to the vault

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

little playpen, Rafe lets out a little squeal that I choose to interpret

Prince Rafe,” I call

“I agree.

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

“I’m just following the.

rules.

not really a Kingdom precisely

until the people have officially given

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 bond

look wearing

and then huffs a

“Fine,” he says.

exception can be

primly, turning back to my

lids off of our plates of

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

starving, searching for the kitchens? “I’m not hungry yet,” I say to Sinclair, laying out Rafe’s clothes on the floor in neat piles and

us moved in.” I do take a moment, though, to

time we were here?” I ask quietly,

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

Sinclair murmurs, biting into his sandwich

to be our bedroom? We have options.” ” Yes,” I say with a little sigh,

“I’m sure.

I

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

keep saying that,” I reply, frowning at

Is there something wrong? Are you… doubting the fact that the coronation will go through or something?” “No,”

just…want everything to

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

quietly, watching my whole-hearted mate struggle with his

better.” “I hope

then he looks over at the

when his turn comes.” “Rafe?” I say,

then my face bursts into a

laugh, crawling over to his little playpen and peeking over the edge, grinning at

he’s so sweet!” Sinclair smiles at

mother thought they were too cute to do anything wrong.” Yes,” I sigh, standing and reaching down to pick up my baby and

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

very best, Rafe,” Sinclair

“So,” I say, after a moment as