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.”

Sinclair murmurs, leaning down to kiss me

horrible,” I murmur, clutching my little baby to me. I turn my mouth down

couple months so that they’re stronger, then it kind of

up at Sinclair.

my hair.

in that

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

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

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

determined to go to war. Only Calvin, sitting across the

time the Prince visibly moves or

any regicide tonight,” I murmur quietly as the meal

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

think I have to do this on my own,” I say, knowing that

not,” Sinclair

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

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,

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

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