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?

to be a

him look around at

my smile deepens as

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

my hand and pulls me to his side. “I tried

my hair. “This was better.

taking a deep breath and standing straight at his side. Because he’s right – as much as

They’ll just have to make do with regular old

maybe that’s all they really

the end Henry makes a short detour up the little ramp that we had built for him as Cora

as fast as the previous meeting

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

that is done the mayor hands Sinclair a scepter that marks his

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 I send Sinclair a little pulse of joy. He turns to me then, taking my hand and beaming his own happiness at

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

serious lines now as I see it, finally, in his

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

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

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

hand again to my heart that I hope shows how much his words have meant to me. And then, as I bow to my King, my mate, and before my