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.”

says, pulling me close. I turn my face up to him, sensing that he wants it, and

pleasure to see him lead

in wonder. And I smile back. “You’re going

I let him hold me tight and warm, pleased

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

and I

happily, crawling away from my mate and getting out of bed to gather my little

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

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

bathroom as I take Rafe to his changing table to get him ready

as predicted, is…incredibly

as Sinclair leads me into a room that is a strange mix of auditorium and conference chamber, with

Sinclair seats himself at the center of elaborate table, with

velvet gown with a matching cape and Sinclair in a sleek black jacket and pants with

is all

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, laughing. “Are

me a happy pulse back, letting me know how he feels. A little thrill goes through me, as it always does, to be able to communicate so effectively with my son even though he is so young. And he laughs as he looks up at me,

a couple of kisses to his soft hair, before I feel Sinclair’s warm hand on

he asks, and I beam up at him,

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