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.”

to him, sensing that he wants it, and Sinclair kisses me long and lingering. As he does he passes feelings to me down the bond pride, and happiness, and a great

I pass him back my own feelings much the same, as well as a great deal of hope and pleasure to see him lead this nation for which he’s fought for so long. When Sinclair breaks our kiss, he beams down at

murmurs, shaking his head at me in wonder. And

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

little squeak, wondering why we’ve let him lay

and I

mate and getting out of bed to

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

laughing a little. “Little Prince Rafe! Cutest

kiss to my head too and then moving towards the bathroom as

as predicted, is…incredibly

of auditorium

the room and a narrow empty space at the center. Sinclair seats himself at the center of elaborate table, with me to his right and his

in a sleek black jacket and pants with a blue sash over the front as well as

all that

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,

be able to communicate so effectively with my son

couple of kisses to

asks, and I beam up at

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