Accidental Surrogate for Alpha

Chapter 439

#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.”

he wants it, and Sinclair kisses me long and lingering. As

back my own feelings much the same, as well as a great deal of hope and pleasure to see him lead this nation

at me in wonder. And I smile back. “You’re going to be

faith in him. And I

other when Rafe gives a little squeak, wondering why we’ve let him lay alone in

I

from my mate and getting out of bed to gather my little baby in my

the two of us, kissing Rafe on the head. “He’ll be a Prince, after

to the baby, laughing a little. “Little Prince Rafe! Cutest little heir to the throne

towards the bathroom

as predicted,

me into a room that is a strange mix of auditorium and conference chamber, with the kind of stadium seating all around that

space at the center. Sinclair seats himself at the center of elaborate table,

cape and Sinclair in a sleek black jacket and pants with a blue sash over the front as well as a great

is all that matters to

who is dressed like his father no medals, though – and he grins up at me, giving a little squeal. I smile at

little thrill goes through me, as it always does, to be able to communicate so effectively with my son even though he is so young. And he laughs as he looks up at me, almost as if he’s happy

couple of kisses to his soft hair, before I

he asks, and I beam up

their choice for King, I remind myself that this is actually the important thing. The elaborate coronation will come next, but this? Where first the

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