#Chapter 468- Departure

Ella

Sinclair and I dress very formally that night, knowing that how we bid our farewell to the Atalaxian delegation is going to be something that we handle with a great deal of care, especially as we know that Calvin will be there. We even wear our crowns, hoping that they oblige the Atalaxians to see us as representatives of the state which they intend to destroy.

Rafe, unfortunately, has other ideas about his formality.

“Oh, god,” I sigh when he shrieks and pulls his tiny crown off for the third time. “Dominic, he won’t wear it

“So don’t make him,” Sinclair says with a grin, coming to stand close to me in our closet, putting his hand on my back and peering down at our son.

Honestly, he’s a baby -”

“He is the future King – “I huff as I slide Rafe’s crown around my wrist like a bracelet. “Without the crown he’s just our little baby meatball – ”

Sinclair laughs now, taking the baby from me and holding him high up in the air, making Rafe shriek with laughter. “Did you hear how your mommy talks about you, Rafe!?” Sinclair calls, pretending to be appalled. Rafe just giggles harder, delighted. “A future King, and she calls you a meatball!”

“He is,” I say, laughing and reaching for him. “He’s my little meatball, though,” I murmur, taking him back into my arms and leaning into my mate. “He’s just getting so big. And he’s very round.”

“Wolf babies grow faster than human babies,” Sinclair murmurs, leaning down to kiss me on the cheek and then Rafe on my head.

little baby to me. I turn my mouth down

so that they’re stronger, then

I gasp, appalled and looking up at Sinclair. “He’s

kissing my hair.

in that direction. “As soon as those show up, I

the door. But both of us grow serious as we pass through it, because while we’re certainly able to distract ourselves for

and it doesn’t

trying every angle we can think of to get the Atalaxians to turn. Henry’s there, doing the same, though Cora and Roger opted out of this one. I can’t say I blame them – Sinclair told

ideas, apparently determined to go to war. Only Calvin, sitting across the table from us,

on anything that Calvin says or does. Every time the Prince visibly moves or breathes,

tonight,” I murmur quietly as

kill a Prince out of the line of succession,” Sinclair mutters back, sounding tempted and

I have to do this on my

not,” Sinclair

in my arm, fusses a little, I think

of the room, where Calvin is clearly waiting to face us, his shoulders tense even though he has

everyone would be able to

bond

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