Filed To Story: Falling for the Alpha as a Surrogate Novel
” How could he not be, he’s so sweet!” Sinclair smiles at me but then shrugs.
” Every tyrant was once a well-loved little baby whose mother thought they were too cute to do anything wrong.” Yes,” I sigh, standing and reaching down to pick up my baby and carry him over to his poor worried father.
“But we’ll raise him right.” I kiss my baby on his head, sending a little love down the bond to him that makes him smile and wiggle with happiness.
“We’ll do our very best, Rafe,” Sinclair says to our boy, smiling at him.
“We can promise you that.” “So,” I say, after a moment as I raise my baby to my shoulder and hold him close.
“What’s next for us? We’re in the palace.
We’re awaiting some kind of coronation.
What do we have to…do?” “Well,” my mate says, looking up at me with serious eyes.
“I’ve got a bunch of politics and meetings to attend, as well as a palace and a nation to get going.
But you…well, Ella, I want you to do what you please.” “What do you mean?” I ask, confused.
“I don’t just want to sit around relaxing and watching movies all day – I had enough of that during bed rest, it was terrible.
I want to help you -” “I know,” he says, laughing and reaching for my hand, which I give him.
“But I don’t want to…giveyou tasks, or tell me how to help me.
I want you to pick your own projects.
Your instincts are excellent, Ella.
I have my own ideas about how to help the people of this nation, both human and wolf alike.
But I know you do too.” I bite my lip.
“I’m not sure I do just.
yet.” Honestly, it probably makes me a bad Queen but…I haven’t given it as much thought as I should.
“Well, you will,” he says, nodding to me.
“And when you do, I want you to follow them.
But in the meantime, if you’d like a suggestion…” I nod eagerly, excited for a project and curious about what he has in mind.
“What do you think about planning a wedding? A big one, very public.” I wrinkle my nose at him, confused.
Then I lean forward.
“Sinclair,” I say, shaking my head a little.
“We alreadydidthat.
I mean I know a mating ceremony is a little different but we – ” “No,” he says, laughing up at me, and I can’t help but smile down into my mate’s handsome face.
Sometimes he’s still so beautiful when he laughs that it takes my breath away.
“I’m not talking about us.” “Then who?” I ask.
“Roger and Cora,” he says quietly.
“I think it could be good for the nation to see a wolf marry a human.
Even if she’s …notpreciselyas human as we thought she was.
What do you think?” And a huge smile breaks out on my face that, by his laugh, tells himpreciselywhat I think.
“I love it,” I whisper.
And then I squeal in excitement, spinning fast in a circle and laughing with joy.
“A wedding! A wedding for Roger and Cora!” I absolutely cannot wait.
Ella
Our first night in the palace is so strange for me.
My two boys are sleeping soundly on either side of me – Sinclair sprawled out over our supersized bed (it’s much bigger than a King – I don’t even know if they have a name for it anymore; we had to make a custom order) and Rafe’s bassinet is pulled up close on my other side.
I look first at my mate and then at my little baby, smiling at each of them, marveling at how much they already resemble each other with their dark hair and their wide-set eyes, each framed with dark lashes.
My smile deepens as I look between them.
I mean, Sinclair is of course lacking Rafe’s pudgy cheeks, but the resemblance is still uncanny.
It’s very, veryclear who this baby’s daddy is.
“Rude of you, little baby,” I whisper, rolling over on my side and peeking into the bassinet, “to not bother looking like me at all.” He sighs a little in his sleep and wiggles, getting more comfortable.
It’s so cute that I think my heart might burst at the sight of it.
But the sight of my super-cute little baby can only do so much to distract me from all of the thoughts racing through my mind right now.
I roll onto my back and stare at the distant ceiling, turning them over one-by-one.
Half of them pertain to the wedding, which I really am excited about.
And I do think it’s a good idea – half of the trouble of bringing this nation together is suggesting to humans and wolves alike that this nation respects both kinds of persons – and that we’re allequal.
A marriage between them – especially as publicized as Sinclair thinks it should be will go far with both populations in suggesting that the Royal family, at least, truly embraces this idea.
I wrinkle my nose and laugh a little at the thought of myself as part of aroyal family- I’m nowhere near fancy enough for such a title – but then I sigh again, distracted.
Because Sinclair’s other point is still valid – I know, in my heart, that I want to help our citizens, helpeveryone.
And I have this incredible healing power that I could use in our nation’s hospitals to actually physically help people… But is that what I really want to do? Is that the best use of my gifts? Then, quite suddenly, I remember someone who might be able to help.
New Book: Veiled Desires of the Alpha King Novel
Dayson was the alpha of the largest pack in North America. Powerful figures from other packs sought to offer gorgeous girls as potential mates for Dayson. He steadfastly rejected these advances, he was not a pawn to be manipulated. But eventually there came a mysterious girl he could hardly say No. Who was she?