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

look around at everyone in wonder and

smile deepens as a thrill runs through me from head to foot to see him there, waiting

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

hand and pulls

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

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 of this nation wanted

to make do

all they really want

come down the 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 Henry makes

bits go as fast as the

a wolf – to together perform the ceremony. Sinclair and I turn towards them and he goes to one knee, reciting an

wolf and human kind together. One that is done the mayor hands Sinclair a scepter that marks his sovereignty, and then the pack leader comes forward to reverently

that he accepts his new position with the gravity that it is due. The cheer goes

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

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

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 this nation to care for

tilt my chin up to my love,

my mate and my Queen. You are my whole heart, my conscience, my peace, and my will. You are the greatest joy of my

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