#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.

There she is,” he says, smiling at me. ” My

coffee today, which means that that

for one 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 feelings to me down the bond pride,

well as a great deal of hope and pleasure to see him lead

head at me in wonder. And

accepting my faith in him. And I let him hold me tight and warm, pleased to the end of me to see

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

love,” I say happily, crawling away from my mate

big 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 be a Prince, after

baby, laughing a little. “Little Prince Rafe! Cutest

then moving towards the bathroom as I take Rafe to his changing table to get him ready

as predicted, is…incredibly

of formality as Sinclair 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

center. Sinclair seats himself at the center of elaborate table, with me to his right and his father to his left.

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

is all that matters to

though – and he grins up at me, giving a little squeal. I smile at him,

be able to communicate so effectively with my son even though he is so young. And he laughs as he looks up at me, almost as if he’s happy about

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

up

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