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.”

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

same, as well as a great deal of hope and pleasure to see him

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

tight around me, taking a deep breath, simply accepting my faith in him. And I let him hold me tight

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

I

in on the love,” I say happily, crawling away from my mate and getting out of bed to gather my little baby

a big day for him too,” Sinclair says, likewise getting out of bed and coming over to the two

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

then moving towards the bathroom as I

as predicted,

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,

with an elaborate 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

jacket and pants with a blue sash over the front as well as a

all

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

able to communicate so effectively with my son even though he is so young. And he laughs

to his soft hair, before I feel Sinclair’s warm

beam up at

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