Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate by Caroline Above Story

#Chapter 440- A King, A Queen Ella

The aids go pale as they see me hurry back to the door, their eyes going wide. This is not protocol

“Ella!” Cora gasps, her eyes moving quickly over me as she bounces Rafe in her arms, trying to calm him. “What are you doing!?”

“He wants me, Cora,” I breathe, hurrying to her side and reaching for my baby. Cora doesn’t hesitate, handing him over to me, even though she rolls her eyes.

“He’s going to be fine!”

“Well, he is now!” I say, already turning back to the door, my baby beginning to calm, though his face is still red and a few tears stand out on his cheeks.

The aids wave to me frantically and 1 nod to them, mouthing my apologies as I again head through the door and hurry towards the aisle.

The crowd, which had gone quiet in their confusion, suddenly bursts into the loudest cheer yet, a great deal of laughter and joy in their noise now. I laugh along with them as I head down the aisle, shrugging my apology and hoping that they understand. Because as much as I’d love to be their dignified queen?

always going to

at everyone in wonder and surprise. He’s not scared anymore not with me holding

the long aisle – I finally glance towards the throne and see my mate standing at the end of the asile, waiting for us. And my smile deepens as a thrill runs through me from head to foot to

mean for them to see it – the crowd loves it, and cheers harder. I laugh at this too, reaching out a hand for Sinclair when I come to the end of the aisle and climb the three short

hand and pulls me to his side. “I

murmurs, kissing my hair. “This

him hug me before taking a deep breath and standing straight

just have to make do with regular

all they

end Henry makes a short detour up the little ramp that we had built for him as Cora and Roger come up to stand at our side – Cora next to me, and Roger next to his brother, presenting

bits go as fast as the previous

comes forward along with the head of the largest pack – a wolf – to together perform the ceremony. Sinclair and I turn towards them and he goes to one knee, reciting an oath to dedicating his life to protecting this nation

explicitly to protect and serve both wolf and human kind together. One that is done the mayor hands Sinclair a scepter that marks his sovereignty,

new position with the gravity that it is due. The cheer goes on

takes a few moments, but when the crowd dies down Sinclair turns towards the throne, accepting from one of the aids

lines now as I see it, finally, in

it’s not a piece of costume jewelry to be played with. That it is, instead, a very real promise that I’m making to the people of this nation

up to my love, my mate,

crown you, Ella Sinclair,” he says, his voice booming through the room. ” As my mate and my Queen. You are my whole heart, my conscience, my peace, and my will. You are the greatest joy of my life and the best gift I can give to my people is to have you by my side. Do you

hope shows how much his words have meant to me. And then,