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

cheers for Rafe and I, as I coo to him and wipe the tears from his face, as I see him look around at everyone in wonder and surprise. He’s not scared anymore not with me holding him. Someone

as a thrill runs through me from head to foot to see him there, waiting for me. I swear, my feet start to move faster of their

this too, reaching out a hand for Sinclair when I come to the end of the aisle and climb the three short

as he takes my hand and pulls me to his side.

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

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 thought the people

They’ll just have to make do with regular

all they

mate 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 a short detour up the little ramp that we

as fast as the previous meeting

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

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

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

down Sinclair turns towards the

my face settling into serious lines now as I see

– I’m well aware that it’s not a piece of costume jewelry to be played with. That it is,

to my

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 to my people is to have you

a little, impulsively 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 mate, and before