The Mystical Attraction of Alpha

Chapter 468: Departure

Ella

Sinclair and I dress very formally that night, knowing that how we bid our farewell to the Atalaxian delegation is going to be something that we handle with a great deal of care, especially as we know that Calvin will be there. We even wear our crowns, hoping that they oblige the Atalaxians to see us as representatives of the state which they intend to destroy.

Rafe, unfortunately, has other ideas about his formality.

“Oh, god,” I sigh when he shrieks and pulls his tiny crown off for the third time. “Dominic, he won’t wear it

“So don’t make him,” Sinclair says with a grin, coming to stand close to me in our closet, putting his hand on my back and peering down at our son.

Honestly, he’s a baby -”

“He is the future King – “I huff as I slide Rafe’s crown around my wrist like a bracelet. “Without the crown he’s just our little baby meatball – ”

Sinclair laughs now, taking the baby from me and holding him high up in the air, making Rafe shriek with laughter. “Did you hear how your mommy talks about you, Rafe!?” Sinclair calls, pretending to be appalled. Rafe just giggles harder, delighted. “A future King, and she calls you a meatball!”

“He is,” I say, laughing and reaching for him. “He’s my little meatball, though,” I murmur, taking him back into my arms and leaning into my mate. “He’s just getting so big. And he’s very round.”

murmurs, leaning down to

me. I turn

first couple months so that

gasp, appalled and looking up

my hair.

Sinclair tugs me in that direction. “As soon as those show

we make our way to the door. But both of us grow serious as

We’re still a nation on the brink of war, and it doesn’t look like

Cora and Roger opted out of this one. I can’t say I blame them – Sinclair told me on the ride to their house this morning

last- ditch offers and ideas, apparently determined to go to war. Only Calvin, sitting across the table from us,

time the Prince visibly moves or breathes, Sinclair sends a growl his way. I keep having to

any regicide tonight,” I murmur quietly as the meal breaks

kill a Prince out of the line of succession,”

a sigh, turning my face up to my mate. “Dominic, I think I have to do this on my own,” I say, knowing that

not,” Sinclair

my arm, fusses a

keep it together,” Sinclair growls, his words belied by a vicious snarl as he looks over to the corner of the room, where Calvin is clearly waiting to face us, his shoulders tense even though he has calmly

a bit impressed with the coolness with which he’s handling this. Not everyone would be able to stand straight and look Dominic Sinclair in the eye the

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