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

my face as the crowd cheers for Rafe and I, as I coo to him and wipe the tears from his face, as I see him look around at everyone in wonder and surprise. He’s not scared anymore not with me

as a thrill runs through me from head to foot

though I didn’t mean for them to see it – the crowd loves it, and cheers harder. I laugh at this too, reaching out a hand for Sinclair

still laughing as he takes my hand and pulls me to his

my hair.

with happiness then, pressing my face briefly to his chest and letting him hug me before taking a deep breath and standing straight at his side. Because he’s right –

They’ll just have to make do with

maybe that’s all

the aisle, walking slowly behind Henry, who really does manage to look strong and dignified as he makes his way towards us. When he reaches the end Henry makes a short detour

bits go as fast as the

– to together perform the ceremony. Sinclair and I turn towards them and he goes to

together. One that is done the mayor hands Sinclair a scepter that marks his sovereignty, and

new position with the gravity that it is due. The cheer goes on for a long time and I send Sinclair a little pulse of joy. He turns to me then, taking my hand and beaming his own happiness

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

into serious lines now

and it really is very pretty – I’m well aware that it’s not a piece of costume jewelry to be played with. That it is, instead, a very

tilt my chin up to my love, my mate, holding his gaze as he lifts the crown above my

You are my whole heart, my conscience, my peace, and my will.

knees, just a little, impulsively pressing a hand again to my heart that I hope shows how much his words have meant to me.