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.”

compromise I think we can 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 happiness, and a great deal of

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

in wonder. And I smile

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

squeak, wondering why we’ve let

and I both

away from my mate and getting out of

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

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

and then moving towards the bathroom as I take Rafe to his changing table to

as

formality as Sinclair leads me into a room that is a strange mix of auditorium and conference chamber, with the kind of stadium seating

table on the fourth side of 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 father to his left. I look behind me and grin when I see Cora and Roger come into the room, dressed in the traditional formal

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 any of the medals mean, but he

honestly, is all that matters to

at me, giving a little squeal. I smile at him, laughing. “Are you excited for the big day?” I whisper, giving

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

give him a big hug, pressing a couple of kisses to his soft hair, before I feel Sinclair’s warm hand

beam up at him, giving

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