Accidental Surrogate for Alpha

#Chapter 447-The Wedding Ella

Even though Cora got ready in my room at the palace, we did a great deal of work to make this wedding as public as possible as public as our coronation, if not more so. In order to do that, once Cora was dressed we escorted her down to the garage-level of the palace to where a beautiful open- top vintage Rolls Royce was waiting to drive her around to the front.

“Are you serious?” she had said, rolling her eyes, but she was laughing at the same time – because, honestly, it was very cool.

Roger had his doubts about the plan, wanting to know if it was safe, but all the security details that Sinclair had put out had assured us that there were no major threats to our safety. The majority of the humans who objected to a wolf King had either been satiated by Sinclair’s sincere promises that humans and wolves would be on equal footing or have taken their complaints underground.

And, as Cora suggested to me last night, actually a great number of people humans and wolves alike are very excited about the reality of having a royal family to call their own.

Sinclair and I see the proof of this when we finish welcoming the hundreds of guests who will be inside our Hall for the ceremony and step forward towards the doors, where we can see Cora’s car turning down the road.

The crowds lining the streets in front of the palace go wild when they see us, shouting and cheering for Sinclair, for Rafe, and – I blush when I hear it – for me as well. Sinclair starts to wave to everyone so, smiling, I do too, and then –

I hold the baby up so everyone can see, and the roar goes louder.

Sinclair and I laugh at that as I tuck Rafe again securely by my side, pleased as I think any parents would be when people show affection for our child.

But my smile grows when the cheers turn towards Cora, their duchess, as she waves to them from the car that drives her down the road.

Cora’s name has been in print quite a bit lately, and this morning a huge piece was published on the two of us the two sisters who were raised human and have found themselves at the center of all of this drama. It was a flattering piece that focused the majority of its attention on my sister only fitting, as it’s her wedding we’re celebrating today – and our struggles as orphans, her time putting herself through medical school, her rather unknown and private relationship with Roger Sinclair.

I had tried to show it to Cora this morning, fawning over the pictures, but she had waved it away, not wanting to see it, I think a little embarrassed by the attention.

her long veil trailing down her back as she waves eagerly to the people who have come to

would be, were this a religious ceremony. Roger gives me a thumbs-up and Henry waves, and then Sinclair and I step forward

as Sinclair offers a hand to

as I wrap my sister in a hug. “You look beautiful, Cora,” I add, tears filling my eyes as I take in my sister in her incredibly gorgeous wedding gown, which manages to flatter while making no secret of her pregnancy. After all, we’re very proud of the new addition to our

my cheeks. “Seriously, Ella, you can’t start this now we’re never going to make it through the day –

this is her first time crying,” Sinclair says, smirking and reaching for

laughs then as I pass Rafe off to his father and she loops

rest of

says, giving

top of the stairs, we turn to wave to the crowds who all cheer wildly, and then we turn inside. The aids close

Cora,” Sinclair says, kissing her on the cheek

but none she felt close to or comfortable enough asking to be a

are thus the only ones who process before the bride, and I smile to see Rafe looking interestedly around the room at all of Cora’s well-

and child reach the front of the

love you,” I say, standing on my toes to kiss my sister’s cheek, knowing

more,” she murmurs as

then, her arm in mine, I walk my

talked about this at length, of course but in absence of any real father figure, Cora asked me to walk her. And, obviously, I cried my eyes out and said

Cora, hasn’t it? We’ve been mother and father to each other, sister and best

right. It

view of Roger’s face as his eyes focus on Cora, as his face falls to see how beautiful she