Accidental Surrogate for Alpha

#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 murmur, clutching my little baby to me. I turn my mouth down at my

a sigh. ” Just through these first couple months so that they’re

up at Sinclair. “He’s too little

murmurs, kissing my hair. “Our little pup needs

in that direction. “As soon as

door. But both of us grow serious as we pass through it, because while we’re certainly able to distract ourselves for

and it doesn’t look like there’s anything

same, though Cora and Roger opted out of this one. I can’t say I blame them

our last- ditch offers and ideas, apparently determined to go to war. Only Calvin, sitting across the table from us, looks towards us with any real regret in

says or does. Every time the Prince visibly moves or breathes, Sinclair sends

regicide tonight,” I murmur quietly

Prince out of the line of succession,”

up to my mate. “Dominic, I think I have to do this on my own,” I

not,” Sinclair

in my arm,

words belied by a vicious snarl as he looks over to the corner of the room, where Calvin is clearly waiting to face us, his shoulders tense even though he has calmly

impressed with the coolness with which he’s handling this. Not everyone would be able to stand straight and look Dominic Sinclair in the eye the night

thought and quickly pass Rafe into Sinclair’s arms. ” Here,” I murmur. “Just – go stand outside of the door, and I’ll keep our bond wide open the whole time so you know exactly how I’m feeling, okay? And if I’m even the least bit uncomfortable, you can