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

baby to me. I turn my

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 teeth

I gasp, appalled and looking up at Sinclair. “He’s too little

kissing my hair.

me in that direction. “As

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

nation on the brink of war, and it doesn’t

get the Atalaxians to turn. Henry’s there, doing the same, though 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 that he’s asked Roger to take charge of the military, and I have to say – it’s probably given them a lot

last- ditch offers and ideas, apparently determined to go to war. Only Calvin,

anything that Calvin says or does. Every time the Prince visibly moves or breathes, Sinclair sends a growl his way. I keep having to put a hand on my mate’s knee,

I murmur quietly as the meal breaks

regicide if you kill a Prince out of the line of succession,” Sinclair mutters back, sounding tempted

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

not,” Sinclair snaps,

my arm, fusses a little, I think disturbed

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

bit impressed with the coolness with which he’s handling this. Not everyone would be able

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