Accidental Surrogate for Alpha

#Chapter 471- War

Ella

The next day, Cora and Roger come over early. Roger and Sinclair head out, their faces solemn, to speak with their aids and their advisors regarding how to respond to the news we know is inevitably coming. Our reconnaissance teams told us that the Atalaxian delegation did indeed return home last night and were apparently in council until dawn.

Which suggests that at any moment now, they’ll declare war.

Sinclair, I know, is spending a great deal of time deciding how to publicly respond. I think that he and Roger right now are recording a message that will go out to the nation as soon as the war is declared. But Cora and I?

Well.

We’re just…being moms.

“Ella,” she says, sighing and holding Rafe out towards me in my closet, wrinkling her nose. “I think you precious future King needs to be changed.”

I sigh, my sweater only half over my head. “So? Go change him.”

When I pull my sweater down and settle it neatly over my stomach, I see her grinning at me, my baby still outstretched in her arms. “Nope,” she says, shaking her head. “Your baby, your diaper.”

“You’re going to regret that policy,” I say, taking Rafe from her with raised brows, “in juuuuust about three and a half months, Cora.”

“And for three and a half months, I will be diaper free!” she calls after me with a laugh as I carry my smelly baby over to his changing table in the bedroom.

Rafe grins at me, looking honestly a little proud of himself, and I can’t help but laugh as I lay him down and quickly change him. “Little Rafe,” I coo, smiling down into his perfect face and tickling his belly, “getting so big! Do you want to try an apple today? Or some avocado?”

As I finish changing Rafe, Cora comes out of the closet, changed into a comfortable set of my clothes. She came to the palace today in more formal clothing, but as soon as Sinclair let her know that she probably wouldn’t be required to appear or speak she immediately expressed her intention to change.

her, picking up the baby, my eyes going to where

eyes and laughing as she comes over to me. ” I’m

the next door and settle onto the couch. “Trust me, you’ll

to either side of her belly. “It just goes so fast, these wolf pregnancies,” she says, shaking her head. “Human moms get nine months to adjust; it’s kind of crazy that wolf mothers

“I didn’t

she murmurs, still studying her belly, smiling down at her little baby-to-be.” No way of knowing, with

my baby close to my chest, turning him a

a pup,” Cora murmurs, and I laugh at her displeased tone.

with children – and this family?” I shake my head a little. “Maybe it’s better to just lean into the unknown.

the midst of it all?” she shakes her head. “Forgive me, Ella, if I lean into my desire for increased control

empty of tablets,

my mate as he comes to

more we can do,” he murmurs.

scooting forward almost halfway across the couch to make room for him to sit down behind me. Cora wordlessly makes more room, going to sit on Roger’s lap and draping her legs over the side of the armchair on which he settles. I lean back against my mate, pleased when he slips an arm around me. My smile grows when I see Roger press a kiss to Cora’s jaw, and then another on the mating mark he placed

little to look at Sinclair, finding his

with a little sigh. Then he reaches for the remote and presses a few buttons, turning on the television that hangs on the far wall. The channel immediately turns to a news venue, and words stretch across

WAR DECARED

details he already knows, Sinclair presses mute and wraps his arms more tightly around me. I sigh, pressing myself

tried so hard to avoid it,”

disappointment down the bond. “It’s a

very hard to take it,” Roger sighs.

at the top of Rafe’s head, so

behind me, “that it’s unlikely he’ll grow

instant – because it’s really, really not his fault. And I bolster myself then, knowing that Sincliar is as worried as I am. Knowing that he needs me to be strong for him, as he is for me. I work to put a smile on my face, to make myself