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.

at him, but then my face falls slack with

I say, my

technically

to the nation to be passed from Queen

on 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

disappointment, Sinclair does not take me immediately to the vault with the crown jewels

until the official coronation, my ass,” I murmur angrily as I use a box cutter to cut the tape on probably my fortieth

little playpen, Rafe lets out a

Prince Rafe,” I call

“I agree.

Sinclair laughs, coming into the room with a little tray of food for

“I’m just following the.

rules.

really a Kingdom precisely anymore

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

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

I’ll look wearing

and then huffs a laugh,

“Fine,” he says.

can

primly, turning back to my task

eat,” he says, taking the fancy lids off of our

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

are and it feels strange already to be waited on like

searching for the kitchens? “I’m not hungry yet,” I say to Sinclair, laying out Rafe’s clothes on

I do take

I ask quietly, taking in the tall windows, the gorgeous

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

Sinclair murmurs, biting into his sandwich and

our bedroom? We have options.” ” Yes,”

“I’m sure.

I smile

you are a King!” “Not yet, he says,

keep saying that,” I reply, frowning

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

everything to be

“they took liberties with the privileges of this

I know,” I say quietly, watching

you’ll be better.” “I hope I can be,”

then he looks over

well, when his turn

then my face bursts into a

then I laugh, crawling over to his little playpen

so sweet!” Sinclair smiles at me but

little baby whose 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

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

our very best, Rafe,” Sinclair says to

I say, after a moment as I raise