#Chapter 447- Reception Ella

Cora and Roger’s reception goes late into the night, which is just fine by me because for the first time this week? Sinclair and I haven’t been the focus of the attention, and we just get to party.

I mean, that’s not completely true. We’re still the King and the Queen of our nation and we can’t ignore our duties entirely. But it’s much, much easier when Cora and Roger are the ones who work their way around the room, greeting all of their guests and thanking them for their attendance.

I smile as I sip at my soda during a break in the dancing, watching as Roger holds Cora close to his side as they chat to some people I don’t know old friends of Cora’s from med school, I think.

“He hasn’t kept his hands off her all night,” Sinclair says, laughing a little. I grin up at him. “Look who’s talking,” I say, glancing down at his own arm wrapped firmly around me.

“What can I say,” he murmurs, grinning down at me. “You’re very touchable.”

Rafe, resting sleepily against my chest, gives a little squeak that makes us laugh.

“Don’t worry, baby,” Sinclair says, lowering his head to kiss Rafe’s soft hair. “You’re very cute too, I haven’t forgotten.”

Rafe grumbles a little but relaxes, his eyes drifting closed against me.

a sigh, considering my little baby.

says, and I roll my eyes a little at his flattery, “but

walked down the aisle. “She’s having a good time – like I knew

We relax for a moment, me considering my escape, but then I

ask, peering

his eyes on the far side of the

Atalaxians.”

a moment earlier in the day when he came to say hello and to congratulate Cora, but he’s the only Atalaxian that

nations were invited to the ceremony and the reception in full. But earlier, when I saw that my uncle actually had the gall to

ask, trying to stand on my tiptoes to

talk to us tonight hasn’t even attempted to give his congratulations – which is fine by me. Still, I think both of us will be much happier

room, and I feel a little worry twisting inside me. I glance

great deal of shouting breaks out from that corner of the room and my

long strides, almost running, and Rafe wakes up against me with an upset little squeal. I send calm thoughts down the bond to him to

people. My mate keeps his

not at all surprised that my uncle is at the center

in their tuxedos, bristle as they frown at a human woman with her

have more of the candy,” she says, looking up at Sinclair and trying to explain, clearly thinking herself in trouble. She gestures towards the little individually wrapped bars of peppermint bark – Cora’s

theirs,” she continues, her voice tight, “and

growls, looking down at the woman and her children with clear disdain, “even speak to me, let

my shock at this horrible man. Seriously? He views human women as so far below him that he flips out when they speak

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