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?

going to be a

as I see him look around at everyone in

then when I’m about halfway down 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 see him there, waiting for me. I swear, my feet

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

I say, still laughing as he takes my hand and pulls me to his side.

he murmurs, kissing my hair. “This was better. It was

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 – as much as I

have to make

that’s all they really want

the end Henry makes a short detour up the little ramp that we

next bits go as fast as the previous meeting was

a human – 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

especially the words that we had changed, which promise 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, and then the

around smiling, nodding deeply to let them know that he accepts his new position with the gravity that it is due. The cheer goes on for a long time and

few moments, but when the crowd dies down Sinclair turns towards the throne,

settling into serious lines now as I see it,

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 that promise come true. I tilt my chin up to my love, my mate, holding his gaze

my conscience, my peace, and my will. You are the greatest joy of my life and the best gift I can give to

hope shows how much his words have