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.”

accept for one day,” Sinclair says, pulling me close. I turn my face up 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

pleasure to see him lead this nation for which he’s fought for so long. When Sinclair

wonder. And I smile back. “You’re going to be a wonderful

deep breath, simply accepting my faith in him. And I let him hold me

gives a little squeak, wondering why we’ve let him lay alone in his little crib

and I

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

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

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

” Sinclair murmurs, dropping a kiss to my head too and then moving towards the bathroom as I take

as predicted,

auditorium and conference chamber, with the kind of stadium

center. Sinclair seats himself at the center of

jacket and pants with a

honestly, is all that matters to

father no medals, though – and he grins up at me, giving a little squeal. I

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, almost as

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

and I beam up at him, giving a single

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255