Filed To Story: Falling for the Alpha as a Surrogate Novel
I just,” I consider it for a moment, shaking my head.
“I don’t know.
I’m not going to be able to get used to people calling you King.” “Will you be able to get used to people calling you Queen?” he asks, brow arched.
I laugh up into his face at the ridiculousness of it.
“Absolutely not,” I reply.
“They’ll all just have to call me Ella, or I’ll walk right past them without realizing that they’re talking to me.” “You don’t do so poorly responding to Luna,” he says, pulling his arm from my grip and wrapping it around my shoulder to pull me close.
Yes, but that feels more real,” I say quietly.
“I…know what a Luna’s supposed to do.
I want to protect my pack, help them in all things.” “I imagine Queen is much the same,” he says softly.
“You’ll get used to it.
And you’ll be great.” “Do I get a crown?” I ask grinning up at him, but then my face falls slack with shock when he slowly begins to nod.
“Wait, seriously?” I say, my eyes going wide.
“I get acrown?” “It’s technically not yours,” he replies, laughing.
“It belongs to the nation to be passed from Queen to Queen.
But, for as long as you’re alive and we’re on the throne,” he grins widely at me, seeing the excitement on my face, “you get a crown.” “Well then let’s go!” I shout, bursting forward and heading up the steps.
“What the hell are we waiting for!” To my extreme disappointment, Sinclair does not take me immediately to the vault with the crown jewels and let me wear my tiara while I unpack all of our moving boxes.
“Not until the official coronation, my ass,” I murmur angrily as I use a box cutter to cut the tape on probably my fortieth box and start to unload all of Rafe’s baby clothes.
A few feet away from me in his little playpen, Rafe lets out a little squeal that I choose to interpret as support.
“Thank you, Prince Rafe,” I call to him.
“I agree.
He’s being cruel.” “I am not,” Sinclair laughs, coming into the room with a little tray of food for our lunch.
“I’m just following the.
rules.
It’s not really a Kingdom precisely anymore the jewels belong to everyone.
It’s not right to wear them until the people have officially given them to us.
And then,” he says, putting the tray down on the bed, “onlyon state occasions.” “Again,” I sigh, pausing to look up at him, “this is a rule that I will choose, in my wisdom as Queen, not to follow.” And then I send him a mental image down the bond of when, precisely, I plan to be wearing that crown.
And just how good I’ll look wearing that crown, and only that crown.
Sinclair blinks and then huffs a laugh, grinning at me.
“Fine,” he says.
“One exception can be made.
One.” “One to start,” I say primly, turning back to my task at hand.
“Come and eat,” he says, taking the fancy lids off of our plates of sandwiches, like we’re in some kind of hotel.
I was pleased to hear that Sinclair, in starting to hire people to refill the palace with workers and get it back to fully functioning, hired a head chef.
Still, I don’t even know where the kitchens are and it feels strange already to be waited on like this.
What am I going to do when I’m pregnant again? Just… wander the halls, starving, searching for the kitchens? “I’m not hungry yet,” I say to Sinclair, laying out Rafe’s clothes on the floor in neat piles and then disassembling the box.
“I want to get us moved in.” I do take a moment, though, to look around the main bedchamber.
“Remember the last time we were here?” I ask quietly, taking in the tall windows, the gorgeous floors.
We’ve had much of the furniture replaced with that which suits our taste a bit better, but still…I’ll never forget the day we brought our baby into the world.
“Vividly,” Sinclair murmurs, biting into his sandwich and watching me.
“Are you sure you still want us to be our bedroom? We have options.” ” Yes,” I say with a little sigh, looking around.
“I’m sure.
It’s… fitting.” I smile at him.
“This is a King’s bedroom for sure – and you are a King!” “Not yet, he says, shaking his head.
“You keep saying that,” I reply, frowning at him.
” Is there something wrong? Are you… doubting the fact that the coronation will go through or something?” “No,” he replies, cocking his head to the side.
“I just…want everything to be right.
Damon and his father…” he shakes his head, a little angry, “they took liberties with the privileges of this position that they shouldn’t have.
It wasn’t right.” ” I know,” I say quietly, watching my whole-hearted mate struggle with his new responsibilities.
“But you’ll be better.” “I hope I can be,” he sighs.
And then he looks over at the baby.
And I hope I can convince him to be as well, when his turn comes.” “Rafe?” I say, turning to my baby in surprise.
But then my face bursts into a smile.
“No, he’ll be a great Prince! And a wonderful King!” And then I laugh, crawling over to his little playpen and peeking over the edge, grinning at my little boy.
New Book: Veiled Desires of the Alpha King Novel
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