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.”

leaning down to kiss me on the cheek and then Rafe on my

I turn my mouth down at my baby. “You

Just through these first couple months so that they’re stronger, then it kind of evens out. But yeah…he’s going to start getting

and looking up at

Sinclair murmurs, kissing my hair.

in that direction. “As soon

to the door. But both of us grow serious as we pass through it, because while we’re

on the brink of war, and it doesn’t look like there’s anything we

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 I have

despite our best efforts, the Atalaxians turn away all of our last- ditch offers and ideas, apparently determined to go to war. Only Calvin, sitting across the table from

Sinclair is in any mood to look favorably on anything that Calvin says or does. Every time the Prince visibly moves or breathes, Sinclair sends a

regicide tonight,” I murmur quietly as the meal

of the line of succession,” Sinclair mutters back, sounding tempted and making me

my face up to my mate. “Dominic, I think I have to do this on my own,” I say, knowing that it’s time to have the difficult

Sinclair

insist, looking up at him with clear eyes. Rafe, sleeping in my arm, fusses a little, I think

he looks over to the corner of the room, where Calvin is clearly waiting to face us, his shoulders

he’s handling this. Not everyone would be able to stand straight and look Dominic Sinclair in the eye the night after hitting on

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