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

around at everyone

my mate standing at the end of the asile, waiting for us. And my smile deepens as a thrill runs

loves it, and cheers harder. I laugh at this too, reaching out a hand for Sinclair when I come to the

pulls me to his side. “I tried to

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

breath and standing

They’ll just have to make do with regular

that’s all they really

as he makes his way towards us. When he reaches the 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

fast as the previous

of our fine city – 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 to one knee, reciting an oath to dedicating his life to protecting

promise explicitly to protect and serve both wolf and human kind together. One that is done the mayor hands

the gravity that it is due. The cheer goes on for a long time and I send Sinclair a little pulse of joy.

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

find my face settling into serious lines now as I see it, finally,

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 this nation to care for them, and protect

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

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

pressing a 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