#Chapter 438 – 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.

is,” he says,

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

pulling me close. I turn my face up to him, sensing that he wants it, and Sinclair kisses me long

a great deal of hope and pleasure to see him

head at me in wonder. And I smile back. “You’re going to be a wonderful King,

And I let him hold me tight and warm, pleased to the end of me to see this day finally

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

I both

from my mate and getting out of

day for him too,” Sinclair says, likewise getting out of bed and coming over to the two of us, kissing Rafe on the head. “He’ll

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

towards the bathroom as I take Rafe to his changing

as predicted,

leads me into a room that is a strange mix of auditorium and conference chamber, with the kind of stadium seating all around that looks more like…I don’t know, a college

room, the seating is on three sides of it, with an elaborate table on the fourth side of the room and a narrow empty space at the center. Sinclair seats himself at the center of elaborate table, with me to his right and his father to his left. I look behind me and grin when I see Cora and Roger come into the room, dressed in the traditional formal clothing of

with a blue sash over the front as well as a great

all

Rafe, who is dressed like his father no medals, though – and he grins up at me, giving a little squeal. I smile at him, laughing. “Are you excited for the big day?” I whisper, giving

to be able to communicate so effectively with my son even though he is so young. And he laughs as he

hug, pressing a couple of kisses to his soft hair, before I feel Sinclair’s warm hand on my

beam up at

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