#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, smiling at

today, which means that

day,” Sinclair says, pulling me close. I turn my face up to him, sensing that he wants it, and Sinclair kisses me long and lingering. As he does he passes

same, as well as a great deal of hope and pleasure to see him lead this nation for which he’s fought for so long. When Sinclair breaks our kiss, he beams down

head at me in wonder. And

faith in him. And I let

of each other when Rafe gives a little squeak, wondering why we’ve let him lay alone in his little crib for so long even though we clearly

and I

the love,” I say happily, crawling away from my mate and getting out of

likewise getting out of bed and coming over to the

laughing a little. “Little Prince Rafe! Cutest little heir to the throne that

towards the bathroom as I take Rafe

as predicted, is…incredibly

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 lecture

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 nobility

sleek black jacket and pants with a blue sash over the front as well as a great number of medals. I don’t know what

honestly, is all that

his father no medals, though – and he grins up at me, giving a little squeal. I smile at him, laughing. “Are you

to communicate so effectively with my son even though he is so

couple of kisses to his soft hair, before I feel Sinclair’s warm

and I beam up at him, giving a single

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