#Chapter 469- 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.”

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

I turn

he 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

up at Sinclair.

Sinclair murmurs, kissing my hair. “Our

me in that direction. “As soon as

But both of us grow serious as we

of war, and it doesn’t look

get the Atalaxians to turn. Henry’s there, doing the same, though Cora and Roger opted out of this one. I can’t say I blame them – Sinclair told me on the ride to their

efforts, the Atalaxians turn away all of our last- ditch offers and ideas, apparently determined to go to war. Only Calvin, sitting across the

Prince visibly moves or breathes, Sinclair sends a growl his way. I keep having to put a hand on my

tonight,” I murmur quietly

not regicide if you kill a Prince out of the line of

up with a sigh, turning my face up to my mate. “Dominic, I think I have to do this on my

not,” Sinclair snaps,

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

to the corner of the room, where Calvin is clearly waiting to face us, his shoulders tense even though he

give Calvin a little smile, honestly a bit impressed with the coolness with which he’s handling this. Not everyone

door, and I’ll keep our bond wide open the whole time

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