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

from his face, as I see him look around at everyone in wonder and surprise. He’s

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,

– even 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 when I come to the end of the aisle and climb the

hand and pulls me to his side.

murmurs, kissing my hair. “This

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 thought the people

make do with regular old

all

dignified 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

go as fast as the previous

the ceremony. Sinclair and I turn towards them and he goes to one knee, reciting an oath to dedicating his life

protect and serve both wolf and human kind together. One that is done the mayor hands Sinclair a scepter that marks his

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

dies down Sinclair turns towards the throne, accepting from one of the aids another crown from atop a blue

now

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 them,

tilt my chin up to my love, my mate, holding his gaze

crown you, Ella Sinclair,” he says, his voice 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

little, impulsively pressing a hand again to my heart that I hope shows