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.”

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

murmur, clutching my little baby to me. I turn my mouth down at my baby. “You quit it,

says with a sigh. ” 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

looking up at Sinclair. “He’s

murmurs, kissing my hair. “Our little pup needs his

room when Sinclair tugs me in that direction. “As soon as those show up, I

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’t say I blame them – Sinclair told me on the ride to

determined to go to war. Only Calvin, sitting across the table from us, looks towards us with any real

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

I murmur quietly as the

line of succession,”

to do this on my own,” I say, knowing that it’s time

not,” Sinclair snaps,

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

he looks over to the corner of the room, where

a little smile, honestly a bit impressed with the coolness with which he’s handling this. Not everyone would be able to

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