Accidental Surrogate for Alpha

#Chapter 439 – Coronation Ella

Sinclair and I wake up only a few short hours later, our clothing spread out all over the bed and floor all around us, because today is the big day.

I groan a little when I feel Sinclair stir.

“No,” I murmur, wrapping my arm around him and pulling him back down. Or, I should say that he lets me pull him back down. Because there’s no way I’m strong enough to physically make my big scary Alpha do anything he doesn’t want to do.

But he is sweet, and obliges me.

“I know,” he murmurs, cupping my face in his gigantic hand. “I’m sorry, trouble. But we’ve got to get up and look pretty for our big day.”

“Let’s just go ugly,” I sigh. “Really… lower expectations for the rest of your reign. You can rule in sweatpants and t- shirts. They’ll call you the Comfortable King.”

He laughs, and I can feel him shake his head. “Come on, Ella,” he cajoles. ” Don’t you want to look pretty to match the crown?”

I crack an eye open, tempted. Because honestly, I forgot about the crown. I’ve been very much looking forward to the crown.

He laughs again, looking down at me. There she is,” he says, smiling at me. ” My little magpie. Come on, gorgeous.”

“Fine,” I sigh, sitting up straight with a pout. “But I am having two cups of coffee today, which means that that one-” I say, pointing to the baby, “is going to be all jittery all day.”

we can accept for one day,” Sinclair says, pulling me close. I turn my face up to him, sensing that he wants it, and Sinclair kisses me long and lingering. As he does he passes feelings to me down the bond pride,

pleasure to see him lead this nation for which he’s fought for so long. When Sinclair breaks our kiss, he beams

murmurs, shaking his head at me in wonder. And I smile

my faith in him. And I let him hold me

of each other when Rafe gives a little squeak, wondering why we’ve let him lay alone in his little crib for so long even

and I both

my mate and getting out

for him too,” Sinclair says, likewise getting out of bed and coming over to the two of us, kissing Rafe on the

I say to the baby, laughing a little. “Little Prince

my head too and then moving towards the bathroom

day, as predicted,

leads me into a room that is a strange mix of auditorium and conference chamber, with the

is on three sides of it, with an elaborate table on the fourth side of the room and a narrow empty space at the center. Sinclair seats himself at the center of elaborate table, with me to his right and his father to his left. I

in a sleek black jacket and pants with a blue sash over the front as

honestly, is all that matters to

no medals, though – and he grins up at me, giving a little squeal.

me know how he feels. A little thrill goes through me, as it always does, to be able to communicate so effectively with my son even though

of kisses to his soft

up at him, giving a

governors of the distinct provinces of our nation comes forward and affirms Sinclair as their choice for King, I remind myself that this is actually the important thing. The elaborate coronation will come