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.”

babies grow faster than human babies,” Sinclair murmurs, leaning down to kiss me on the cheek

turn my mouth down at my

with a sigh. ” Just through these first couple months so that

and looking up at Sinclair. “He’s

kissing my hair. “Our little pup needs his

tugs me in that direction. “As soon as those show up, I am done

of us grow serious as we pass through it, because while we’re certainly

war, and it doesn’t look like there’s anything we can do about

out of this one. I can’t say I blame them – Sinclair told me on the ride to their house this morning that he’s asked Roger to take charge of the military, and

efforts, the Atalaxians turn away all of our last- ditch offers and ideas, apparently determined to go to

or breathes, Sinclair sends a growl his way. I keep having to put a

have any regicide tonight,” I murmur quietly as the

regicide if you kill a Prince out of the line of succession,”

think I have to do

Sinclair

eyes. Rafe, sleeping in my arm, fusses a little, I think disturbed

corner of the room, where Calvin is clearly waiting to face us, his shoulders tense

little smile, honestly 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 night

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