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.”

can accept for one day,” Sinclair says, pulling me close. I turn my face up to him, sensing that he wants it,

and pleasure to see

head at me in wonder. And I

I let him hold me

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

I both

love,” I say happily, crawling away from my mate and getting

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

laughing a little. “Little Prince Rafe! Cutest little heir to the throne that there ever

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

as predicted, is…incredibly

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

space at the center. Sinclair seats himself at the center of elaborate table, with me to his right and his father to

formally dressed, with me in a burgundy velvet gown with a matching cape and Sinclair in a sleek black jacket and pants with a blue sash over

is all

grin 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 you excited for the big day?” I whisper, giving him a little pulse of

to communicate so effectively

pressing a couple of kisses to his

up at him, giving

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