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.”

up to him, sensing that he wants it, and Sinclair

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

he murmurs, shaking his head at me in wonder. And I

simply accepting my faith in him. And I let him hold me tight and warm, pleased to the end of me to see

let go of each other when Rafe gives a little squeak, wondering why we’ve let him lay alone in his little crib for so long even

and I both

mate and getting out of

coming over to the

Prince Rafe!

to my head too and then moving towards the bathroom as I take Rafe to his changing table to get him ready for our

day, as

is a strange mix of auditorium and conference chamber, with the kind of stadium seating all around

himself at the center of elaborate table, with me to his right and his father to his left. I look behind me and grin

me in a burgundy velvet gown with a matching cape and Sinclair in a sleek black jacket and pants with a blue sash over the front as well as a great number of medals. I don’t know what

is all that

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.

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

him a big hug, pressing a couple of kisses to his soft hair, before

beam up at

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