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.”

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

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,

And I

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

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

and I both

my mate

over to the two of us,

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

head too and then moving towards the bathroom as I take Rafe to his

day, as

as Sinclair leads me into a room that is a strange mix of auditorium and conference chamber, with the kind of stadium seating all around that looks more like…I don’t know,

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 clothing of nobility of Moon

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

all that

dressed like his father no medals, though – and he grins up at me, giving a little

to communicate so effectively with my son even though he is

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

asks, and I beam up at

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