The Mystical Attraction of Alpha

Chapter 438: Coronation Ella

Sinclair and I wake up only a few short hours later, our clothing spread out all over the bed and floor all around us, because today is the big day.

I groan a little when I feel Sinclair stir.

“No,” I murmur, wrapping my arm around him and pulling him back down. Or, I should say that he lets me pull him back down. Because there’s no way I’m strong enough to physically make my big scary Alpha do anything he doesn’t want to do.

But he is sweet, and obliges me.

“I know,” he murmurs, cupping my face in his gigantic hand. “I’m sorry, trouble. But we’ve got to get up and look pretty for our big day.”

“Let’s just go ugly,” I sigh. “Really… lower expectations for the rest of your reign. You can rule in sweatpants and t- shirts. They’ll call you the Comfortable King.”

He laughs, and I can feel him shake his head. “Come on, Ella,” he cajoles. ” Don’t you want to look pretty to match the crown?”

I crack an eye open, tempted. Because honestly, I forgot about the crown. I’ve been very much looking forward to the crown.

He laughs again, looking down at me. There she is,” he says, smiling at me. ” My little magpie. Come on, gorgeous.”

“Fine,” I sigh, sitting up straight with a pout. “But I am having two cups of coffee today, which means that that one-” I say, pointing to the baby, “is going to be all jittery all day.”

it,

of hope and pleasure to

shaking his head at me in wonder. And I smile back. “You’re going to be a wonderful King,

tight around me, taking a deep breath, simply accepting my faith in him. And I let him hold me tight and warm, pleased to

squeak, wondering why we’ve let him lay alone in his little crib for so long even though we clearly know

and I

love,” I say happily, crawling away from my mate

getting out of bed and coming over to the two of us, kissing Rafe on the head. “He’ll be a Prince,

I say to the baby, laughing a little. “Little Prince Rafe!

my head too and then moving towards the bathroom as I take Rafe to his changing

as predicted, is…incredibly

that is a strange mix of auditorium and conference chamber, with the kind of stadium

empty space at the center. Sinclair seats himself at the center

a sleek black jacket and pants with a blue sash over the front as well as a great number of

is all that matters to

down at little Rafe, who is dressed like his father no medals, though – and he grins up at me, giving a little squeal. I smile at him,

me, as it always does, to be able to communicate so

a big hug, pressing a couple of kisses to his soft

I beam up

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