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 be a

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 holding him. Someone in the crowd shouts his name and I swear he

smile deepens as a thrill runs through me from head to foot to see him there, waiting for me. I swear, my feet start to move faster of their own volition, eager to carry me

and cheers harder. I laugh at this too, reaching out a hand for Sinclair

and pulls me to his

all right, trouble,” he murmurs, kissing my

taking a deep breath and standing straight at his side. Because he’s right – as much as I thought the people of this nation wanted me to

They’ll just have to make do with regular old

all they really

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

next bits go as fast

together perform the ceremony.

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

with the gravity that it is due. The cheer

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

into serious lines now as

joked about wanting to wear this crown 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 real promise that I’m making to the people of

to live the rest of my life making that promise come true. I tilt my chin up to my love, my mate, holding his gaze as he lifts the crown above 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

little, impulsively pressing a hand again to my heart that I hope shows how much his words have