Ella Sinclair steps close to my other side so that Rafe is between us. My hand still holds Cora’s on my left as Roger steps to her side. Together, I realize, we present quite a united front: the Alpha King and his demigoddess Queen standing with their much-coveted child and heir. And then, next
A moment, my mate replies, mind-to-mind, though he reaches out a hand behind me to settle on my back. I need us all here, for this delegation at least. If he cries, he cries. And I nod, understanding and turning back to the crowd. The third line of Atalaxian delegates disappears, and the fou
Ella I barely have time to close the door before Sinclair slams me against it, but I don’t feel an ounce of pain – No, because I need this just as badly as he does – and I want him, hard, now – Sinclair grabs me low behind my thighs, yanking me up and wrapping my legs around his waist. E
“No,” I murmur, sensing the apology on his tongue. I stare into his face, nodding to him, making him see it. “I needed it too. I wanted it, Dominic. Just like that.” He murmurs something unintelligible to me, pulling away from the door and carrying me with him to a nearby chair that he sinks int
Ella “Ohhh, Rafey,” I murmur, reaching for my baby boy as Cora and Roger come into the room. “I’m so sorry, mommy and daddy just needed a minute.” “Yeah,” Roger says, his smirk deepening. “To talk.” I shrug a little and return his smirk, refusing to let him embarrass me as I carry my bab
“Do you think they’ll let him go?” I ask, curious. “I don’t think that Xander actually means anything special to the Atalaxians,” my mate replies, looking seriously down at me. “I’m securely in power now, and everyone knows that Rafe is my son and heir. If he tries to claim the throne through Ra
lla I enter the elaborate dining room at Sinclair’s side with Rafe tucked sleeping in my arms. There are no doubts or hesitations on my face and I lift my chin high as I smile slightly, letting people see me as my mate’s unbothered Queen, as someone entirely unruffled by the events of this morning
Ella Sinclair moves away at Roger’s side as Cora comes to mine. We both fuss over the baby for a moment, checking to ensure that he doesn’t need anything, but when we’re sure that he’s ready to go I turn him in my arms so that he can look out at all of the people who have come to visit us on this