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Chapter 441

A King, A Queen Ella The aids go pale as they see me hurry back to the door, their eyes going wide.

This is not protocol “Ella!” Cora gasps, her eyes moving quickly over me as she bounces Rafe in her arms, trying to calm him. “What are you doing!?” “He wants me, Cora,” I breathe, hurrying to her side and reaching for my baby.

Cora doesn’t hesitate, handing him over to me, even though she rolls her eyes.

“He’s going to be fine!” “Well, he is now!” I say, already turning back to the door, my baby beginning to calm, though his face is still red and a few tears stand out on his cheeks.

The aids wave to me frantically and 1 nod to them, mouthing my apologies as I again head through the door and hurry towards the aisle.

The crowd, which had gone quiet in their confusion, suddenly bursts into the loudest cheer yet, a great deal of laughter and joy in their noise now. I laugh along with them as I head down the aisle, shrugging my apology and hoping that they understand. Because as much as I’d love to be their dignified queen?

I’m always going to be a mother first.

There’s a huge smile on my face as the crowd cheers for Rafe and I, as I coo to him and wipe the tears from his face, as I see him look around at everyone in wonder and surprise. He’s not scared anymore not with me holding him.

Someone in the crowd shouts his name and I swear he turns when he hears it, making me laugh.

And then when I’m about halfway down the long aisle – I finally glance towards the throne and see my mate standing at the end of the asile, waiting for us. And my smile deepens as a thrill runs through me from head to foot to see him there, waiting for me. I swear, my feet start to move faster of their own volition, eager to carry me to his side.

And – even though I didn’t mean for them to see it – the crowd loves it, and cheers harder. I laugh at this too, reaching out a hand for Sinclair when I come to the end of the aisle and climb the three short steps up to him.

“I’m sorry,” I say, still laughing as he takes my hand and pulls me to his side. “I tried to be dignified – it didn’t work “It’s all right, trouble,” he murmurs, kissing my hair. “This was better. It was you.” I almost purr with happiness then, pressing my face briefly to his chest and letting him hug me before taking a deep breath and standing straight at his side.

Because he’s right – as much as I thought the people of this nation wanted me to be their dignified queen… Well. They’ll just have to make do with regular old me.

And maybe that’s all they really want anyway.

I’m smiling, warm and happy, as I watch my sister and her mate come down the aisle, walking slowly behind Henry, who really does manage to look strong and dignified as he makes his way towards us. When he reaches the end Henry makes a short detour up the little ramp that we had built for him as Cora and Roger come up to stand at our side – Cora next to me, and Roger next to his brother, presenting a united front.

The next bits go as fast as the previous meeting was slow.

The mayor of our fine city – a human – comes forward along with the head of the largest pack – a wolf – to together perform the ceremony. Sinclair and I turn towards them and he goes to one knee, reciting an oath to dedicating his life to protecting this nation and its people.

I smile, watching him make his vow, especially the words that we had changed, which promise explicitly to protect and serve both wolf and human kind together.

One that is done the mayor hands Sinclair a scepter that marks his sovereignty, and then the pack leader comes forward to reverently place a crown on his head, declaring him King.

When Sinclair stands, the crowd roars their approval. He faces them all and looks around smiling, nodding deeply to let them know that he accepts his new position with the gravity that it is due. The cheer goes on for a long time and I send Sinclair a little pulse of joy. He turns to me then, taking my hand and beaming his own happiness at me.

It takes a few moments, but when the crowd dies down Sinclair turns towards the throne, accepting from one of the aids another crown from atop a blue velvet pillow.

I find my face settling into serious lines now as I see it, finally, in his hands.

Because while I’ve joked about wanting to wear this crown and it really is very pretty – I’m well aware that it’s not a piece of costume jewelry to be played with.

That it is, instead, a very real promise that I’m making to the people of this nation to care for them, and protect them, and fight for them.

And I intend to live the rest of my life making that promise come true. I tilt my chin up to my love, my mate, holding his gaze as he lifts the crown above my head with both of his hands.

“I crown you, Ella Sinclair,” he says, his voice booming through the room. ” As my mate and my Queen. You are my whole heart, my conscience, my peace, and my will. You are the greatest joy of my life and the best gift I can give to my people is to have you by my side. Do you accept?” Slowly, I lower my head and bend my knees, just a little, impulsively pressing a hand again to my heart that I hope shows how much his words have meant to me. And then, as I bow to my King, my mate, and before my people I feel the crown come to rest on my rose-gold hair.

And the crowd cheers again.

I stand, beaming out at all of the people who shout my name, a few tears coming to my eyes as I realize that their support is genuine – that maybe… maybe they’re starting to see how much I love them, and love me back.

Overwhelmed, I wrap an arm around my mate’s waist, leaning into him.

“A little more, trouble,” he murmurs into my ear, and I look up at him, surprised.

Because whenever we’ve practiced this before that was the end of it. Just a little procession back down the aisle and then the party “What?” I ask.

“A surprise,” he murmurs, and then his face bursts into a grin as he turns away from me. I follow the direction in which he reaches, turning backwards to see And I gasp when I see another velvet pillow, and on top of it A teeny tiny golden crown, just a little precious circlet unadorned by any jewels, just big enough for a baby’s head-

 

 

Chapter 442

A Prince Ella I can’t help it, not at all. I burst immediately into tears. The crowd, when they realize what’s going on and when I think they see my over-emotional reaction to it – begin to again shout their approval. Sinclair laughs when he sees me crying, shaking his head at me as he returns to my side with the little crown in his hands.

“Well, if you didn’t want me to cry!” I say, stamping my foot lightly, “you should have told me!” “Nah,” Sinclair says, smiling at me, his voice soft but somehow still audible over the cheers of the crowd. “This is way better. It was worth it to see your face.” “Okay well,” I say in a rush, wiping hastily at my cheeks before raising Rafe a little so that he’s sitting straight up in my arms, looking up at his father with a happy smile. “Get on with it! I want to see how he looks!” Sinclair laughs at me, shaking his head, and the crowd quiets, eager to hear what their King will say.

“Rafe Sinclair,” my mate says, looking seriously at his son. But Rafe frowns and waves his hands at him, confused by the seriousness of his voice, which makes Sinclair instantly laugh and have to start over.

The crowd laughs along with us, pleased, I think, to see their serious King look so human, to see how much he loves his son.

“Rafe Sinclair,” my mate tries again, his voice lighter this time, and Rafe lets out a little squeal of joy that threatens to make me cry again. Sinclair grins, leaning over a little. “I crown you as my Prince and my heir, to ascend to this throne when it is your time to rule. I promise to raise you to understand this responsibility, to grow to be a good man, and to deserve it.” And then, when I think my heart will burst with love, Sinclair gently places the little crown on Rafe’s tiny head.

I watch eagerly to see what Rafe will do and then I burst into laugher when he reaches his pudgy hands up touching it experimentally, trying to get a grip on it so he can pull it off.

But I move his little hand away and the crowd again bursts into cheers, charmed – I know – by their little Prince, who deserves every moment of their adoration.

I step close to Sinclair, turning my head up to him, and he bends a little and kisses me, warm and real and true. I lose myself to the kiss, loving him so much I can hardly bear it, and I have no idea, really, if the crowd cheers to see us because I’m lost in him.

The next thing I know Sinclair has his arm wrapped around my shoulders, and he’s leading me back down the aisle, and we’re waving to our people.

Before I know it, we have left all the people behind, and we’re back in the private little room at the front of the great hall, and Henry and Cora and Roger come in smiling and laughing behind us.

But I have no eyes for them – instead, I can only look up at my mate, my Alpha, my King, my love for him shining and beaming down our bond.

“I love you, little Queen,” he murmurs, an arm around my waist pulling me close, Rafe snuggled between us. Sinclair uses his other hand to tilt my chin up towards him. ” You look just as good in that crown as I thought you would.” “Wait till you see me later,” I murmur, feeling a mischievous.

“Later?” he asks, quirking an eyebrow at me.

“I believe,” I say quietly, wanting to keep it between us, “that I promised to show you what I look like in nothing but this crown.” A growl reverberates in his chest, and my King lowers his head, and he kisses me. And I stand on my toes and kiss him right back.

The party that night is a big one. The guest list isn’t completely open the majority of our citizens are celebrating out on the street – but there are certainly hundreds of people here.

Everyone from each of the foreign delegations were invited to celebrate with us, along with many of our most honored citizens.

I admit that I’m nearly overwhelmed by all of the guests and the attention.

Sinclair and I spend hours turning to each new person who comes forward to greet us, to congratulate us, to shake our hands and tell us about their excitement for the future of the nation. I do my best to give each of them my full attention and to match their enthusiasm.

The result, of course, is that after three hours of the party I’m totally exhausted.

But the ballroom is still packed with people, and our job isn’t nearly done, so I squeeze Sinclair’s hand, and kiss Rafe’s head, and turn to the next person who claims our attention.

“Hey!” A familiar voice shouts, and my face bursts into a grin as I turn to see little Benny from the human refugee camp rushing towards me at the head of about five children, some of whom I recognize from the same place.

“Hey, Ben!” I say, not needing to force my enthusiasm this time as I crouch down and open an arm to welcome him into a hug. “I’m so glad you could come!” I sent an invitation to the children’s home about a week ago encouraging some caretakers and children to attend, but I hadn’t received any word back. I look over Benny’s head and smile warmly at the other children and at the caretakers who brought them, who each give me a shy wave.

“I didn’t know you were a Queen,” Benny says, frowning up at my crown after he pulls back from my hug.

“Well, that makes sense,” I say, wrinkling my nose at him. ” Considering I just became one today.” “I thought you had to be born a Queen,” Benny replies, turning his head and studying my crown curiously.

Then he turns to look at Rafe, who is dozing a little, his own little crown still perched on his head. “Like him.” “Well,” I say, considering. “I guess it happens all sorts of ways.” “So, can I become a king?” Benny asks, curious.

“Is someone already trying to take my job?” Sinclair asks, coming up behind me, and I laugh, looking up at him.

“I think you’ve got some stiff competition,” I reply, and then I stand up, gesturing towards Benny and the other children, introducing them to their King, who graciously leans down and shakes each of the orphans’ little hands. Afterwards, we greet the caretakers warmly, telling them how much we appreciate their work.

“I know that Ella intends to be more deeply involved in the future,” Sinclair says, smiling at me. “If you’ll allow her to.” “Oh, we’d welcome the help,” one of the caretakers says.

“Then I’ll come visit,” I say with a big smile. But Sinclair squeezes my hand, letting me know that while he recognizes that I could spend all night with these important guests, we have more to see. So I sigh and crouch down again, telling the children about the huge table of deserts in the next room that they’re welcome to raid to their hearts’ content.

Thrilled, the children rush off.

“We’ll have some more desert sent home,” I say to one of the caretakers as she passes, touching her arm on her way. “A whole truck load – enough for all of the children. Would that be all right?” She nods, thanking me, and then moves on.

“You like them,” Sinclair murmurs in my ear. “You like that little boy most of all.” “Yes,” I sigh, glancing up at him. “Am I so obvious with my favorites?” “Only to me,” he whispers, giving me a kiss on the forehead as we both turn to look at our next guest. But when we see who it is, all of the joy leeches from both of us.

Because standing there, in front of us, ready to congratulate us on the happiest day of our lives, is my uncle Xander.

 

Chapter 443

A Private Chat Ella My face falls into stern, cold lines as I see my uncle step forward. He was invited to this party, of course, as part of the delegation – but honestly, after our stern message to the Atalaxians about how he was not welcome, I’m surprised that he was willing to attend.

I look up at Sinclair and follow his hard gaze towards his security team, which nods to him, assuring him that they fully vetted Xander, ensuring that he held no weapons or means of hurting us.

And considering that my mate is a weapon himself and could tear this man to pieces as easily as breathing, I suppose that there’s nothing to worry about either way. Still, I tighten my arms around my child and feel Sinclair bristle behind me, his hackles rising.

Inside me, my wolf has her teeth fully bared, snapping, eager to sink her teeth into this terrible man.

I don’t bother to calm her. Her rage is justified.

Perhaps sensing the effect he has on us, Xander smiles a little smugly and steps forward just one step, giving us a deep bow.

“Your highnesses,” he says, his voice clear and precise. “I come to offer you my congratulations on your ascension to the throne and the naming of your heir. It is…quite an accomplishment.” “Not without its obstacles, of course,” Sinclair says, a bit through his teeth. ” But yes, it is a wonderful day – though one darkened by your presence. I’ll ask you to leave now, Xander. You are not welcome here, despite the protection of the Atalaxian government. If you refuse, I’ll have you removed.” “I’ll go,” he says, straightening, his eyes going immediately to Rafe in my arms.

“I merely wanted a chance to see the child I arranged to bring into the world. He is…as handsome a specimen as I hoped he would be.” “But no desire to see me, or acknowledge my presence?” I snap, riled despite myself. “Your own blood? Your brother’s child?” “My brother’s daughter,” Xander corrects, not bothering to be vicious with his words or to look at me, his eyes still on Rafe. “My focus rests on the

male line.” Slowly, I turn and pass my child to his father, who takes him willingly. Then I take two steps forward, interposing myself between myself and Rafe so that Xander forced to look at me. When he bends to try to look around me I shift my weight so that he cannot.

“No.” I snap, my voice as cold as ice. ” You will look at me, Xander. I am your Queen.” “You are not my queen,” he hisses, his eyes finally meeting mine, flinty and dark. “I am Atalaxian now.” “It does not matter to me,” I say, dismissive, and then – without really realizing what I’m doing – I access my gift. I don’t close my eyes to do it this time, instead allowing the lavender calmness to radiate from me, to reach out towards him. I can see it, the lavender tint that the air around us takes, but I’m not sure if everyone can. Not that it really matters.

“What,” Xander breathes, hissing as my gift touches him, as he feels it begin to work, to sweep through is body.

I don’t let it heal, merely seek. And I see…all of it, inside of him.

“You will die,” I say, quietly and calmly. “No matter who your Queen is, or what country you call home. I can see it within you – the cancer is taking hold, spreading throughout. Even if you had gotten Rafe away from us, you wouldn’t have lived long enough to enjoy any real time on your throne.” “Lies,” Xander hisses, taking a frightened step from me. “You are a witch – like all women -” “Enjoy the rest of your short life, Xander,” I say with a sigh, turning away from him and returning to Sinclair’s side, taking my child back into my arms. “We need not bother killing you. You’ll be dead soon.” “You have cursed me – ” “I didn’t need to,” I interrupt, my voice bored. “Now go away. We have celebrations to attend. I’ll tell Sarah and Jessica you said hello,” Xander stiffens at this, his eyes flashing as he looks between Sinclair and I. “My property – “he growls. “You will return them immediately – ” “People aren’t property, you horrible old fool.” Then I sigh and turn my eyes to Sinclair’s guards and nod. Instantly, they come forward and grab Xander by the arms, dragging him away. He makes a fuss, drawing some gazes, but he’s removed from the room quickly enough that the disturbance largely goes unnoticed.

I sigh then, letting my shoulders slump for a moment as I turn towards Sinclair, resting my head against his chest. “Are you all right?” he murmurs, running a comforting hand down my back.

“I am,” I say, nodding and taking a deep breath. Then I look up at him. ” I’m sorry – did I…I don’t want to cause an international incident. I hope I did right there.” A little smile turns up his lips. “You did perfectly, Queen,” he says, running his knuckles down my cheek. “Do you need a moment?” “Would you mind?” I ask, looking towards the open door to a small balcony nearby. “Just to…collect myself.” “Not at all,” he says, reaching for the baby. But I hold Rafe close.

“I want him with me,” I say, grimacing a little.

“Of course,” Sinclar murmurs, dropping a kiss to my lips and pressing a hand to my back, urging me to take what time I need. “I’d come with you, but-” “No,” I say, smiling up at him. “The people need their King. We won’t keep them waiting.” He nods, proud of me, and I whisper again that I’ll only take a moment before heading directly for the balcony and the fresh air it promises. I hear footsteps behind me and look curiously over my shoulder, a smile lighting my face when I see that Sinclair has sent Conner to keep an eye on us if we need him.

Conner smiles back at me, giving me a little nod, and feeling more peaceful already I step out into the dark of the little balcony. It is instantly quieter the moment I step through the doors and I take a deep breath of the fresh night air, closing my eyes for a second as I let the breeze rush over my skin. Rafe burbles a little in happiness, and I laugh, looking down at him. “Do you like the peace and quiet too, baby Prince?” I ask quietly, and he grins and waves his hand, telling me he does.

I laugh again, lifting him a little to press a kiss to his face before stepping to the edge of the balcony, leaning against the rail and letting my body relax.

My mind turns, predictably, to my horrible uncle – and all of the terrible things that he said to me just a few moments ago. I mean, none of them were a surprise – Henry has long suggested that Xander

would feel that way about me, about Rafe.

But still – hearing it from his own lips? It was still a blow, to hear someone be so horrible, so callous.

I scowl a little, considering that I perhaps shouldn’t have mentioned Sarah and Jessica at all that that was a slip and a mistake that I tripped into because I was so mad But I don’t get very far into the consideration as a shadow peels itself from the wall, clearing its throat awkwardly.

I jump and give a little shriek as the shadow steps forward.

 

 

Chapter 444

A Drink “Please,” the shadow says, his voice awkward and apologetic.

I’m still rigid with fear when Conner storms out onto the balcony, his hand smacking the shadow-person in the chest, slamming him against the wall. ” Who the hell are you!?” Conner demands.

“Please!” the shadow says again, “I’m so sorry! I was just standing out here, also getting fresh air! This is a complete accident!” And suddenly, the voice snaps into place in my memory. “Conner!” I call, Rafe fussing in my arms, not liking the sudden change in my energy and the fear spiking through me, though I’m calmer now. “Please – it’s the Atalaxian Prince.

He is – I don’t believe he means us any harm.” And even though something about that concept doesn’t match up – an Atalaxian? Not meaning us any harm? Especially after the meeting I just had with my uncle?

Still, somehow, I know the truth of it down in my bones. He doesn’t.

Conner glances at me and then backs up a little, removing his hand from the Prince’s chest. “Should I escort him out of here, Luna?” “No,” I sigh, shaking my head. “Not unless he wants to go, of course. But the night air is for everyone. I can’t have it all to myself just because I’m the Queen.” The prince looks between Conner and I for a moment, stepping further into the light so I can see his pale features and the details of his chic black suit. “I would…stay, for a moment, if that’s all right? Have a quiet word with you, so that we don’t leave this evening on bad terms?” “That’s fine,” I say quietly, somehow a little pleased that he will stay. I’m still terribly curious about him, perhaps despite myself.

“Would you mind?” Conner says to the prince, his voice tight. “If I performed a body check? To ensure that you don’t have…” “Be my guest,” the prince says, spreading his arms wide and allowing Calvin to pat down the sides of his body, and then his legs.

When Conner stands up and nods to me, his face quite serious, I nod back to him and give him a smile, grateful for his protection. “I’ll be just inside the door, Luna,” Conner says.

“Thank you,” I say, genuinely meaning it, hoping that he hears the sincerity in my voice. Conner nods again and steps to the door, standing with one foot in the ballroom and the other out on the balcony, a constant threat to Calvin should he make one wrong move.

“Protective of you,” Calvin says, glancing at Conner and taking a few steps closer to me not too close, but close enough to be conversational. “As he should be. Your men are loyal.” “As loyal to me as I am to them,” I say with a little shrug, studying Calvin’s face carefully. As I do, I wonder a little how did he blend so seamlessly into the shadows? It’s not that dark out here was I just so distracted that I missed him?

Or is something else going on?

“Congratulations,” Calvins says, dipping into a little bow. “The ceremony today was very moving, as was the vote. It is inspiring to see how much your people support you – the wolves and the humans both.” “Is it?” I ask, turning my head a little. “Do you…not get this kind of support from your own people?” “I’m afraid it’s not a question we ask them,” he says, his voice a little chagrined.

“My father’s policy is instead to…tell the people how they feel about the royal family. And then punish them if they show any evidence to the contrary.” I raise my eyebrows, genuinely surprised that he’s being so candid with me.

“I can’t say that I think this policy is wise,” I murmur, wanting to shout from the rooftop that his father is a tyrant, but working very, very hard to be a diplomatic Queen.

“You can be harsher than that if you wish, Queen,” Calvin says, smirking a little as he takes a step closer at me and studies my face for a moment before dropping his gaze to Rafe in my arms. ” I certainly won’t tell anyone.” He’s quiet for a moment and I adjust the baby so he can see my son better.

A smile comes to Calvin’s face. “Your son is a very handsome boy,” he says, smiling at Rafe. “I’m sure he’ll grow to be a strong King, like his father.” “Thank you,” I say quietly, looking proudly down at Rafe myself. Then I look up at Calvin, curious. He’s young, I think my own age – certainly younger than Sinclair – but, well, I’m a parent, aren’t I?

“Do you have children of your own, Calvin?” I ask.

I find myself surprised when he nods and smiles, bringing his gaze up to mine.

“Two,” he says, his smile growing as he thinks of them. “My Luna gave birth to our son just a few months ago – he’s just barely older than this one here.” I grin broadly at him, liking him even more now that I know he’s a father. There’s something about that – the alliance between parents who love their children.

And damn it, even if I was determined to hate the Atalaxians… well, I can’t hate all of them now, can I?

Which, I suppose, is perhaps what this prince wanted.

But something about what he said…I turn my head a little, curious. Something about his words strikes me as…wrong. And I can’t put my finger on it just yet.

“And your other child?” I ask, curious.

“My daughter just turned three,” he replies, his smile increasing. “She is…well, she makes me laugh more than I thought anyone ever could. She’s a joy to me.” “That’s wonderful,” I say quietly, smiling up at this man who is such a surprise.

Because he seems – honestly, he seems like he could be a friend. ” Dominic and I hope to give Rafe a little sister at some point, to torture him a bit.” Calvin laughs at this, shaking his head. “No, little girls are always a gift. I’m sure Rafe will treasure her.” “Calvin,” I say softly, almost a sigh, taking another step

closer and taking a risk, unable to hold back my words any more. “Considering your country’s policies on women and girls – you have to realize that what you’re saying comes as a surprise to me.” He nods slowly, sighing a bit through his nose. “Well perhaps it is less of a surprise to you then,” he says softly, his words barely audible as he glances towards the door. “That the father of a very beloved daughter might want a stronger alliance with a nation that feels very differently about girls and their futures.” I look up at him and see true honesty in his eyes, and I’m struck and moved by it. I open my mouth to make him that promise of friendship on the spot when suddenly I realize… That while Calvin has mentioned twice how much he loves his daughter and wants more for her…he didn’t include her mother in that sentiment. And when he mentioned her before, he referred to her not as his “mate,” but has his “Luna.” I frown now, confused, staring up at him.

“What?” Calvin asks, taking another step towards me, concerned I think to see my concern. He reaches out a hand, I think instinctually, seeking to press it against my own arm to help where he can And as he leans closer, suddenly his scent hits me in a wave My eyes go wide as I breathe in the crisp winter scent of him – starlight on snow, and frost, and bergamot – my nose even tingles the way it does when I sense snow in the air – And – something moves within me I don’t know what, because it’s not…it’s not big enough to be truly real, but it is something that feels remarkably like Like…a bond.

A bond, between me and this strange prince.

And as I step away from him the prince’s eyes go wide as he senses it too.

 

Chapter 445

Into You Ella “Ella,” Clavin says, his voice thick with emotion. His hand continues its path, reaching for me, his fingers brushing the velvet sleeve of my gown before I can pull away.

“What,” I whisper, taking a few steps back, wanting space between us. “What was that?” “I don’t – ” Before he can finish though, we both turn towards the darkened doorway to the balcony. I instantly recognize the silhouette I see there as my mate’s and breathe out a breath of relief.

I mean it’s not that I think that Calvin or I did anything wrong, or that Calvin was going to hurt me, but whatever passed between us? It was strange.

And suddenly as I remember the pulse that happened last night, when Calvin touched my hand – I want my mate here, now, at my side.

“Is everything all right out here?” Sinclair growls, his voice low and full of the threat that his words don’t carry.

He takes a step forward into the darkness as Calvin takes a step away from me and bows to him, both a formality shown to a king and a display of deference to an Alpha who thinks he might sense a threat to his mate.

“Everything is fine, Dominic,” I say, holding out a hand to him, doing my best to keep my voice light though I suspect I’m failing a little bit. “Prince Calvin was just telling me about his children. Did you know that he has a son just older than Rafe? And his daughter is three.” “I did not know,” Sinclair says, prowling to my side, his eyes fixed on the Atalaxian prince. “Your family keeps such information close to their chest, do they not?” “We do,” Calvin confirms, his voice formal and quiet now. “Though, we do share it with our closest friends. And I very much hope that after this trip that I will be able to tell my children about my new friends in Moon Valley.” “I hope so as well,” I say, hoping my words assure Calvin that I’m on his side, and to persuade Sinclair that no matter what he sensed, Calvin has not done or meant me any harm.

“I don’t know if this is going to be possible,” Sinclair says quietly, his voice grumbling and stern as he stands close at my side, pressing his hands into his pockets and looking Calvin up and down. “Especially after the stunts your delegation has been pulling with Xander. He upset Ella very much tonight. Were you aware of this?” Calvin sighs and looks at me, his face genuinely pained. “I was not, What did he do?” Briefly, Sinclair informs Clavin of Xander’s approach, his refusal to look me in the eye. Calvin sighs deeply as he listens, lifting a hand to rub at his eyes in frustration and I think embarrassment.

“I’m sorry,” Calvin says, dropping his hand and looking first at me and then at Sinclair. “It is…please, I beg you you to consider that there was and is dissent within our nation. While I’m sure that some of our delegation encouraged Xander and support his disgusting ideas, some of us want better.” “Well,” Sinclair says slowly. “Then I’d look forward to speaking further with those persons.” “If you’ll allow me to set it up,” the prince says quietly, “I will do so.” “Please,” Sinclair says. And then he shuts his mouth, clear that that’s his final word on the subject this evening.

Calvin bows again, to each of us, and then says he’ll put the wheels in motion before stepping towards the door. When he reaches it, he clasps Conner on the shoulder and bids him a good night as well, a move that adds another tick in his favor as far as I’m concerned. I quite like it when persons of power make a point to acknowledge people in positions of service.

But, knowing that’s less important at this particular moment, I look up at Sinclair.

“Is everything all right?” “I thought I’d ask you the same,” he says, looming over me a bit, clearly displeased.

“What?” I ask, frowning, confused. ” What did I do?” “What are you doing out here, Ella?” Sinclair says, shaking his head at me a little. “Having private conversations with a member of our enemies’ royal family?” “You heard him, Dominic!” I say, waving a hand towards the door. “He wants to make a

change!” “Or he’s just telling you he wants a change,” Sinclair growls, “to get you on his side. He knows you’re soft hearted! He told you about his children who we don’t even know exist – in order to soften you up!” “Hey,” I snap, pointing a finger up into his face. “I may be soft-hearted, Dominic, but that’s something you value about me. You can’t have it both ways – you can’t love that about me and then use it as a reason to discredit me when it’s convenient for you.” Sinclair sighs and then nods his head. “All right, that’s fair,” he murmurs. ” But Ella, we agreed that you’d let me take the lead on these things – that you would allow me to take care of you, to set our path.” “I still agree to that,” I say gently, stepping close to him now and dropping my hand, looking up at him with wide and loving eyes. “Dominic, if you tell me never to see him again, I won’t. But last night you told me to trust my instincts, and they’re telling me to trust him. Prince Calvin – he speaks to me and if this is an in with the Atalaxians? A way to create an alliance, to avoid war, to perhaps even help some of the women within that nation? Wouldn’t we want to accept that?” “He speaks to you,” Sinclair growls, ” because he’s into you.” I burst out laughing at this and Sinclair’s growl deepens, which – I mean, it’s probably not good – but honestly it just makes me laugh harder.

“Dominic!” I say, giving him a little shove on the shoulder. “He is not-he has a Luna! And two children! There’s absolutely nothing to suggest that his interest in me is anything but friendly and political.” “You don’t see the way he looks at you, Ella,” my mate growls, jealousy in every thrum of his voice. “I’m used to watching Alphas approach a she-wolf they desire – it is distinct -” “Dominic,” I sigh, raising a hand to press to his cheek. “Just because you’re into me doesn’t mean that everyone is. Some men just want to be friends.” Sinclair laughs at me then, roughly, shaking his head. “Ella, my love, every man that meets you wants you. I think that you’re just so used to being looked at with desire that you fail to see the signs.” “Well,” I murmur, stepping even closer now, letting my body press against his as I look up at him between my lashes. “I don’t miss it when you look at me that way.” My mate pauses for a moment, his breath hitching, and then he growls anew, grabbing me into his arms and pressing me close, though he is of course careful not to smush the baby. ” That’s not fair, Ella,” he murmurs. ” You can’t end every argument by seducing me.” “Says who,” I whisper, my voice throaty and low.

He laughs, then, dipping his head and kissing me like he can’t help it. Which, considering how much I want that kiss, if he feels anything like I do right now perhaps he can’t.

“Come on,” he murmurs as he pulls away. “Let’s get back inside. We still have guests to greet – it’s going to be a long night.” “I know,” I say, lifting the baby a little higher as I allow my mate to direct me back towards the ballroom. “And then, tomorrow, another big day.” “A wedding,” he confirms, looking down at me. “A big day, and a happy one.” “I know,” I say, grinning up at him. ” I’m so excited for Cora and Roger. It’s going to be lots of fun.”

 

Chapter 446

Wedding Preparations Ella “Ella!” Cora shouts from the closet, her voice a little frantic. “Ella, help! Please!” I turn quickly towards the closet, a biscuit and a cup of coffee in each of my hands and Rafe strapped to my chest in his little carrier. “What’s wrong?” I call as I hurry towards her.

But I see the problem immediately as I come to the door, with Cora wrapped up in yards of fabric and one of the stylists tugging fervently at the buttons which close the back.

“It doesn’t fit,” Cora says, her face worried.

“What?” I say, my eyes going a little wide. “But we did a fitting two days ago did you -” “I guess I got bigger,” Cora sighs, looking down at the little baby bump that makes me so happy to see. “I don’t know – it would be a ridiculous thing to consider with a human baby, but with the way these wolves grow? In leaps and bounds?” She looks back up at me, shaking her head. “I’m sorry Ella what the hell are we going to do?” “We’re going to use the back-up dress,” I say, grinning widely and shoving the rest of the cookie in my mouth while I put my coffee down on a shelf. Then I move for a big white box I’ve kept secretly in the corner under a pile of other big white boxes.

“Oh, thank god,” the stylist murmurs under her breath, making me laugh.

“Can you call the seamstresses?” I say to the second stylist, who nods and steps away to place a call on her phone. “We might need some last-minute alterations.” “I can’t believe you planned all this, Ella,” Cora sighs as I take the top off the box and reveal an identical wedding gown, just one size larger. “How…how did you even have the foresight to see this coming?” “I had a wolf pregnancy too!” I say, lifting the dress out and carrying it over. “I remember how unpredictable it is. At least you aren’t being flown over to another country right now in a middle of a war.” “True” Cora says, beginning to strip off the first wedding dress as I hang up her second and begin to steam it. “This is….slightly less stressful than that. But only barely.” I laugh a little, shaking my head and glancing over my shoulder at her. “So,” I say, eager. “Are you excited?” “Um,” Cora says, her voice high and noncommittal I gasp a little and turn

fully to her now. “You’re not excited for your wedding!?” “Ella!” she says, laughing and shaking her head at me as she steps fully out of the dress and the stylist takes it away. ” You know that none of this has been important to me, and that Roger and I already had the mating ceremony to end all mating ceremonies. So,” she shrugs, “this all makes me more anxious than anything.” “Aww,” I say, moving to my sister, the steamer still in my hand. “Don’t be anxious, Cora. It’s going to go beautifully!” Cora sighs and smiles at me before dipping her head to kiss Rafe on his. He burbles up at her, happily kicking his legs, making her laugh. “You’re more comfortable in the limelight than me, sis,” she says with a smile. “The way you handled the coronation yesterday- “I was a mess at the coronation! I ran backwards! I cried!” “It was perfectly you though,” she says, raising her eyebrows at me with a smile.

“Everyone loved it. I loved it.” “Well,” I say, grinning at her, “you just be perfectly you! And it will be just as great.” “If you say so,” she says with a grin, crossing her arms across her chest. ” Actually, do you have a robe or something I can wear while I wait for the dress to be ready? I’m chilly.” “Here try this,” I say, pointing the steamer at her and letting out a little burst of warm steam that makes her jump and laugh.

“Get away from me, demon,” she says, swatting at me and laughing, making me turn away and get back to work. But even as I point to the robe hanging up in a corner of the closet and Cora dashes over to pull it on, I am filled with excitement.

Because this day? I have a feeling it’s going to be a really good one.

We’re holding the wedding in the great hall, where we had the coronation yesterday, but it has been satisfyingly transformed. I was a little hesitant about the choice because I didn’t want everything to look the same, and like we couldn’t make something special for Cora and Roger, but…well, it’s the biggest space we’ve got, and there are crowds of people already waiting outside of the palace in addition to the hundreds we’ve invited to attend as guests.

“Wow,” I say, turning around in the empty hall with Sinclair at my side, Rafe in my arms in a chic little tuxedo with a white jacket. To my chagrin, he wouldn’t consent to wear his little crown today – kept taking it off his head – but…well, I suppose that’s all right. “It’s incredible, Dominic – it’s beyond what I imagined it could be -” “How is that possible,” he laughs, looking around, “when you planned it all?” Sinclair is dressed to match Rafe, a little surprise I planned that makes him laugh. But they’re already such twins anyway, I think that it’s adorable. Not wanting to show up the bride, I opted for a very pale green that looks pretty with my hair. We decided not to wear our crowns today, wanting to be very much the siblings of the bride and groom instead of King and Queen, but well, we look nice without them too. I look my family over and am very pleased with the picture we present.

“I don’t know how it’s possible,” I say, looking around the room again in awe. “I mean, I told them my ideas, but this team – they really took it and ran. It’s amazing!” And I’m not exaggerating – not at all. I told the team that I wanted everything to be white – white roses, white satin, white candles – but this? The entire room looks like a fairytale. And when the sun flows in the windows and brightens the whole space?

“It really is incredible,” my mate says, wrapping an arm around my waist and pulling me close to his side. “You did beautifully, trouble.” “I didn’t do it, the aids did!” I laugh, but I turn my face up for a kiss, accepting the compliment. Sinclair bends a little, kissing me lightly, before turning towards the aid who bustle up the aisle.

“Are we ready, sir?” she asks, looking up from the ipad settled in the crook of her arm. “To begin letting the guests in?” Sinclair looks at me and raises his eyebrows. I nod eagerly and smile at the aid.

“I think so. Let’s get this started!” The aid grins at me and eagerly rushes off as Sinclair and I head to the front of the room, where we intend to greet as many guests as we can as they come in.

Of course, we won’t be able to say hello to them all – far too many – but I intend to do my best.

“Ready, little prince?” I ask, smiling down at my baby, who looks up at me and gives a happy little squeal, passing excitement down the bond and making me laugh.

“We’re lucky he likes crowds and attention,” Sinclair murmurs as the aids move to the doors, starting to pull them open. “If he was a shy prince, he’d have a much harder time.” “He knows how much we love him, and how much everyone else does too!” I say, unable to help squeezing my little baby and covering his little head with kisses. “How could they help it? He’s such a cutie.” “Just like his mama,” Sinclair murmurs, dropping a kiss to my own head that makes me smile up at him.

But before we have time to say anything else? The doors are open, and the crowds start to fill the room.

“Welcome!” I call, stepping forward to greet Cora’s first guest.

 

Chapter 447

The Wedding Ella Even though Cora got ready in my room at the palace, we did a great deal of work to make this wedding as public as possible as public as our coronation, if not more so. In order to do that, once Cora was dressed we escorted her down to the garage-level of the palace to where a beautiful open- top vintage Rolls Royce was waiting to drive her around to the front.

“Are you serious?” she had said, rolling her eyes, but she was laughing at the same time – because, honestly, it was very cool.

Roger had his doubts about the plan, wanting to know if it was safe, but all the security details that Sinclair had put out had assured us that there were no major threats to our safety. The majority of the humans who objected to a wolf King had either been satiated by Sinclair’s sincere promises that humans and wolves would be on equal footing or have taken their complaints underground.

And, as Cora suggested to me last night, actually a great number of people humans and wolves alike are very excited about the reality of having a royal family to call their own.

Sinclair and I see the proof of this when we finish welcoming the hundreds of guests who will be inside our Hall for the ceremony and step forward towards the doors, where we can see Cora’s car turning down the road.

The crowds lining the streets in front of the palace go wild when they see us, shouting and cheering for Sinclair, for Rafe, and – I blush when I hear it – for me as well. Sinclair starts to wave to everyone so, smiling, I do too, and then – I hold the baby up so everyone can see, and the roar goes louder.

Sinclair and I laugh at that as I tuck Rafe again securely by my side, pleased as I think any parents would be when people show affection for our child.

But my smile grows when the cheers turn towards Cora, their duchess, as she waves to them from the car that drives her down the road.

Cora’s name has been in print quite a bit lately, and this morning a huge piece was published on the two of us the two sisters who were raised human and have found themselves at the center of all of this drama. It was a flattering piece that focused the majority of its attention on my sister only fitting, as it’s her wedding we’re celebrating today – and our struggles as orphans, her time putting herself through medical school, her rather unknown and private relationship with Roger Sinclair.

I had tried to show it to Cora this morning, fawning over the pictures, but she had waved it away, not wanting to see it, I think a little embarrassed by the attention.

But that Cora is gone now, replaced by a beaming woman in a beautiful wedding gown, her long veil trailing down her back as she waves eagerly to the people who have come to see her off on her wedding day, who call her name and wish her luck.

I glance back over my shoulder to where I see Roger and Henry standing at the front of the room the place where an altar would be, were this a religious ceremony. Roger gives me a thumbs-up and Henry waves, and then Sinclair and I step forward out of the palace and begin to walk down the steps to escort my sister inside.

“This is crazy,” Cora whispers, laughing as Sinclair offers a hand to help her step out of the car.

“It’s cool, though, right?” I say, laughing too as I wrap my sister in a hug. “You look beautiful, Cora,” I add, tears filling my eyes as I take in my sister in her incredibly gorgeous wedding gown, which manages to flatter while making no secret of her pregnancy. After all, we’re very proud of the new addition to our family.

“Oh geeze,” Cora says, shaking her head and reaching a hand up to wipe at my cheeks. “Seriously, Ella, you can’t start this now we’re never going to make it through the day – ” “If you think this is her first time crying,” Sinclair says, smirking and reaching for Rafe, “then you’re woefully mistaken, sister- in-law.” Cora laughs then as I pass Rafe off to his father and she loops her arm through mine.

“Ready?” I say, sniffing the rest of my tears back and smiling.

“Sure am,” she says, giving me a wink.

And then, following our King up the stairs, Cora and I make our way towards the palace. When we get to the top of the stairs, we turn to wave to the crowds who all cheer wildly, and then we turn inside. The aids close the door behind us and the music begins to play.

“Congratulations, Cora,” Sinclair says, kissing her on the cheek before starting down the aisle.

It’s a very short little wedding procession for our duchess. Cora has friends, of course, but none she felt close to or comfortable enough asking to be a bridesmaid. So, we decided to keep it short and sweet, perhaps reflecting more wolf tradition than human.

Sinclair and Rafe are thus the only ones who process before the bride, and I smile to see Rafe looking interestedly around the room at all of Cora’s well wishers.

When my mate and child reach the front of the room, the music changes, turning into the classic wedding waltz.

“I love you,” I say, standing on my toes to kiss my sister’s cheek, knowing that it’s our turn.

“Love you more,” she murmurs as she kisses me back.

And then, her arm in mine, I walk my sister down the aisle.

We had talked about this at length, of course but in absence of any real father figure, Cora asked me to walk her. And, obviously, I cried my eyes out and said yes. Henry offered but… Well, it’s always been me and Cora, hasn’t it? We’ve been mother and father to each other, sister and best friend. So, me walking her down the aisle on the day she marries her mate and her best friend?

It’s right. It feels absolutely right.

And it gives me the most magnificent view of Roger’s face as his eyes focus on Cora, as his face falls to see how beautiful she looks, as he forgets to breathe and just…stares at her.

I bite my lip, glancing up at my sister, seeing her practically glowing with joy, speeding up with her eagerness to be at his side.

“Cora,” Roger whispers, taking three steps forward when we get to the front of the room and climb the short set of stairs to the dais. “You look…” Unbidden, she reaches for him, wanting his touch. He grasps her hand and, shaking his head, begins to pull her close. But Cora stops for a moment, looking over at me. “Do you consent, sis?” she says, grinning at me. “To give me away?” “To this guy?” I say, raising my eyebrows and pretending to look Roger dubiously up and down.

Both laugh, and Roger shakes his head at me. “I’m taking her whether you consent or not, Ella,” he says, grinning, Cora’s hand still held tight in his.

“Well then,” I say, smiling between the two of them. “Good thing I agree.” My sister and I hug once again before I let her go and move to stand next to my mate, taking my baby eagerly back into my arms.

“They look good together,” Sinclair whispers in my ear, his eyes on my sister and his brother. “It’s right, the two of them.” “They’re so lucky to have us,” I say, sighing and grinning at him. “To have brought them together.” Sinclair laughs a little and shakes his head. “Nah,” he says. “These two? They’d have found their way to each other. Fated mates,” he says, slipping his hand around mine. “We have a way of doing that, don’t we.” “We sure do,” I sigh, resting my head on his shoulder.

And then, a blissful smile on my face the whole time, I watch my sister marry her mate.

 

Chapter 448

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.

“I don’t think he’s going to make it much longer,” I say with a sigh, considering my little baby. “Do you think the party will miss me too much if I bow out early?” “The party will miss its most beautiful guest, surely,” Sinclair says, and I roll my eyes a little at his flattery, “but I’m sure everyone will forgive. And Cora will be jealous.” “Nah,” I say, eyeing my sister across the room. She hasn’t stopped smiling since we walked down the aisle. “She’s having a good time – like I knew she would.

Cora always thinks she doesn’t want a fuss until she gets it, and then she’s pleased.” “She’s lucky to have you,” Sinclair says. We relax for a moment, me considering my escape, but then I feel Sinclair go

stiff beside me.

“What is it?” I ask, peering up at him.

“Nothing new,” he murmurs, his eyes on the far side of the room. “Just… Atalaxians.” “Oh,” I say, my heart falling a bit. I saw Calvin for a moment earlier in the day when he came to say hello and to congratulate Cora, but he’s the only Atalaxian that I can even begin to say I like. The others?

Well, they’re here, as all of the delegations from foreign nations were invited to the ceremony and the reception in full. But earlier, when I saw that my uncle actually had the gall to show up? I was completely shocked.

“Is he still there?” I ask, trying to stand on my tiptoes to see, but I’m too short.

“He is indeed,” Sinclair murmurs, clearly as unhappy about it as I am. Xander hasn’t tried 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 when he’s gone.

Sinclair frowns a little, keeping his eyes focused on the group of foreigners across the room, and I feel a little worry twisting inside me. I glance at my mate, wondering if it’s coming from him, or if I’m intuiting it myself.

But suddenly, a great deal of shouting breaks out from that corner of the room and my stomach drops.

Sinclair is instantly in motion, grabbing my hand and striding across the room. I hurry my pace to keep up with his 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 let him know that all is well, and he quiets, but I think he can still sense my agitation because he’s awake now and fussing against me.

“What is this,” Sinclair demands, his voice loud as he steps into the middle of a large group of people. My mate keeps his hand around mine though I stand a little back from him, letting him take charge.

But I immediately see the problem, and I am not at all surprised that my uncle is at the center of it.

My eyes dart around at the people several Atalaxian men, looking chic if rigid in their tuxedos, bristle as they frown at a human woman with her twin daughters pressed tight against her side. The woman looks worriedly around at all of the foreign men.

“I – I’m sorry,” she says, her voice clearly upset and confused. “We – the girls were hoping to 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 favorite - that we left at each guest’s seat as part of their party favors.

“I noticed that…this table hadn’t eaten theirs,” she continues, her voice tight, “and the girls, they just asked…” “How dare you,” my uncle growls, looking down at the woman and her children with clear disdain, “even speak to me, let alone beg of me a favor My mouth drops open completely in my shock at this horrible man. Seriously?

He views human women as so far below him that he flips out when they speak to him?

“Enough,” Sinclair cuts in, his voice a hot knife through the tension. The Atalaxians, who originally lined themselves behind Xander, note that my mate is clearly supporting our guest and then fall back a step, hesitating in the face of the opposition.

“I made it clear,” Sinclair says, focusing his eyes now on my uncle, ” that your ridiculous politics have no place in my court. I have no control over how you treat people in your new home in Atalaxia, but here? You will respect my guests, no matter their gender or their shifter status.” He takes a step forward, squeezing my hand once before dropping it to truly loom over my uncle. “Now.

Is there any final confusion on that point?” I quickly step to the woman, who I unfortunately don’t know, and slip an arm around her shoulder. “I’m so sorry,” I whisper, shaking my head, hopefully letting her know with the earnestness on my face that this was a complete mistake.

“Please,” I say, turning her away and smiling down at her daughters. “You did nothing wrong come with me, we’ll get you as much chocolate as you can carry -” But before we can fully turn away, a snarl rips from my uncle, making us all turn and freeze as he hunches before Sinclair, clearly on the edge of transforming into his wolf.

“I will not be cowed,” Xander growls, ” by some over-eager pup who lets women and humans run his house my line is the true power in this nation “Be careful, Xander,” Sinclair says, allowing his own ferocity rise to the surface as he steps closer to this smaller, older man this wolf he could end in a second, were it his choice. ” I’ve taken out stronger men than you. And I won’t let you again question my choices, or my mate.” Xander snarls up at Sinclair, clearly wanting a fight, but the wolf in him knows that he’s already been beat. Despite himself, the old man takes a step back, his shoulders hunching instinctually under the force of Sinclair’s stare.

“This is my kingdom now,” Sinclair says, his voice soft and deadly. “And you and your kind? By which I mean prejudiced old bigots? You are the ones who are not welcome.” He takes a moment, then to stare hatefully into Xander’s eyes before lifting his gaze to the rest of the Atalaxian delegation, letting them know that the message counts for them as well if they take Xander’s side.

Only Calvin has the grace to hang his head in shame. The rest, I can tell, are still making up their minds as to their next move.

 

Chapter 449

Borrowed Trouble Ella I feel the poor human woman’s shoulders shake and I take a deep breath, remembering my duty to her as well. “Come on,” I say, trying to keep my voice light as I turn her and her daughters away. “I’m so sorry about this – let’s get somewhere more peaceful.” And as we begin to walk away, I leave my faith in Sinclair to settle this as he will.

But I hope to hell the Atalaxians know what’s good for them, because my mate?

He won’t hesitate to fight, if they push him to it. And if they do? I shake my head, considering how fast each of them will lose.

But I put this out of my mind, chatting lightly with the woman as we move away, asking her name. The woman introduces herself as Tempest Bowers, a journalist and the wife of an elected official of one of our eastern provinces.

Genuinely pleased to meet her, I begin to ask more questions about their lives as we move to the head table, where I know for certain that there is plenty of candy for the girls to take.

But before we can get there, someone hits my shoulder – hard as they pass, making me stumble. My ankle twists in my high heel and I lose my balance, threatening to fall, gasping and holding Rafe tight to me.

Tempest grabs my arm just in time.

“Oh my goodness,” she says, her eyes wide as she helps me regain my balance. And then both of our eyes move to follow the hateful old man my uncle, of course who hit me hard with his shoulder on his way out. He does not bother to look back and apologize.

Of course, why would he? He did it on purpose.

“He’s a hateful old creep, isn’t he?” I ask, frowning after the man, and the woman to my surprise – bursts out laughing.

“He is certainly a piece of work,” she says, nodding along and dropping my arm.

“Do you…know him?” “He’s my uncle,” I say with a grimace, making her laugh again, harder this time.

“I have some in my family,” Tempest says, looking after him as he storms from the room, “who are… less pleasant too. So, I can emote with that.” I smile genuinely at her then, liking this woman very much. We finish crossing to the table where Sinclair and I had our dinner and I hand the girls as many candy bars as I can find left on the table, knowing no one will miss them. The girls begin to grin as their hands fill, excited at their bounty.

“Okay, enough!” Tempest says, putting her hands out and laughing. ” Go find dad, all right?” she says, nodding to them.

“They’re beautiful girls,” I say as I watch them run away.

“Thank you,” Tempest replies, reaching out to run a finger across Rafe’s sleepy cheek. “Your own is a very handsome little guy himself.” “Oh, he flatters himself so,” I say on a happy little sigh, looking down at my kid with a smile. “And I agree, but I am biased.” Tempest glances over her shoulder, seeing Sinclair striding towards us. ” I’ll leave you to this,” she says, gesturing towards him. “But it was very nice to meet you, your highness – and thank you, very much, for your help over there. I apologize for any trouble – we really didn’t know – ” “Please,” I say, my eyebrows going up. “You did nothing wrong. And please call me Ella,” I say with a grin. “After that? We have to be on a first name basis.” Tempest laughs and nods, stepping away from me with a little wave just before Sinclair gets to my side.

“Are you all right?” he asks, his voice worried. Then his eyes follow my new friend as she walks away. “Is she?” “She seems well recovered,” I say, pleased, “though I wish it hadn’t happened at all. I mean honestly, why would the Atalaxians even come to a party of mixed humans and wolves when they

despise the idea so much?” “I sense,” Sinclair replies with a grimace, “that they were looking for a bit of a fight. Or, at least that Xander was.” “Really?” I ask, my eyes going wide.

“I’m starting to wonder,” Sinclair murmurs, his eyes on the door where Xander just left, “if the Atalaxians brought him to have someone to pick their fight for them. I mean, come on they had to know he’s at the end of his rope and wasn’t going to just come along for the ride.” “Clever,” I say, stepping closer to him and likewise looking towards the door.

“Bringing someone who they knew would force you to show your cards.” “And it may not be done,” he sighs. I look up at Sinclair to ask why, but we’re both distracted when the bride and groom come to our sides.

“Is everything okay?” Cora asks, stepping close to me and I think unconsciously reaching for the baby. I smile a little, handing him over to her, pleased to see how much Rafe’s auntie loves to have him close by. “What was all that?” Roger stands solidly next to Sinclair and I turn my fond gaze to him now. He’s not as familiar with human wedding traditions as Cora and I are, but I have to admit – he makes quite the handsome groom, and I think he’s been enjoying the party.

Still, as he stands there listening to Sinclair recap the events? He’s every bit the King’s responsible second, eager to help.

I take a deep breath, so grateful again for my family, but I’m distracted from this pleasure by Roger’s next words.

“I don’t know, Dominic,” Roger says, his hands on his hips as he, too, looks towards the door. “I don’t trust this. If he was publicly embarrassed and his new nation didn’t stand up for what he believes to be his rights, as you suggest, I’m not sure a man like Xander is going to be content with just going back to his room to pout.” “I have to agree,” a voice chimes in, and Roger and Sinclair part to reveal Calvin standing there behind them, his own face worried. “I came to let you know that trouble is brewing, but…

I think you’ve already figured it out.” “Really?” I say, taking a step forward, my face falling. “Is he…do you know what he has planned?” “I don’t think he has a plan,” Calvin says, his eyes immediately on me and only on me. “But he believes himself to have been insulted. I don’t think he’s going to take it lightly. And quite frankly, I think he was egged on by some of our constituents tonight. I think…” he sighs, looking down at his shoes, ashamed, “honestly, I’m sorry, but I think they wanted to set him off like this.” I sigh deeply, suddenly worried, but I don’t miss Roger and Sinclair carefully assessing Calvin as my mind races, trying to figure out what to do.

“Let’s go,” Cora says, nodding towards the door and taking my hand. ” There’s no point in standing here worried. Let’s go back to the room where we know we’re safe, where we can find out what’s going on and regroup – ” “Cora,” I say, frowning up at her. ” We’re not going to drag you away from your wedding reception – ” “Oh,” she says, waving a dismissive hand and rolling her eyes. “Don’t get me wrong, Ella, this has been amazing but come on, you know that none of this really mattered to me. I’d much rather get the baby back to the room, where we can feel safe.” I bite my lip, hesitating, but Roger is at her side in a second. “She’s right, Ella,” he says, glancing around at the party. I look around too and see that Sinclair is having a private word with Calvin, thanking him for his help. My eyes stick to them, worried, but I pull my gaze away with a sigh.

“You’re sure?” I ask, honestly thinking that it would make me happiest.

“This party is going on all night with or without us,” Roger says with a grin. ” Honestly, no one will notice that we’re gone.” “All right,” I breathe as Sinclair comes back to our side with a sigh. ” Everything okay with the prince?” I ask.

He nods to me and looks around at our little group. “To the rooms?” “War command,” Roger says, giving a firm nod. I’ll get dad and meet you there.

And with that, the four of us put the wedding behind us and head out, ready to take on whatever Xander is bringing for us next.

Because we all know it – Xanders’ got something up his sleeve.

He didn’t come here to celebrate.

He came to take his last shot.

And the Atalaxians? They’re letting him.

 

Chapter 450

Grasping at Straws Ella Sinclair walks Cora and I swiftly back to our suite of rooms, Rafe still bundled safely in Cora’s arms. When we get there, Sinclair gives me a swift kiss on my head, already looking down the hall.

“I’m going to catch up with Roger,” he murmurs. “We’ll send dad to you whenever we find him -” “Why,” I say, grabbing his hand, worried. “Why don’t you all just come here?” Sinclair shakes his head as he looks down at me. “We need eyes on Xander we have to talk to the staff, see if anyone knows where he went. I promise – we’ll both come to you as soon as we have more information. All right?” I bite my lip but I nod, not liking it but trusting him. With his own nod of assurance, Sinclair strides away.

“Come on, bride,” I say, pushing the door open to my room and allowing Cora to sweep through with my baby and her long train. “Let’s get you changed into something more comfortable.” “Oh, thank goodness,” Cora sighs. “I mean, this dress is fantastic, but it’s heavy.” “Oh, you poor thing, in fifty pounds of silk and satin,” I murmur sarcastically, kicking off my heels and leading all of us into the closet. Before I do anything, though, I take my sweet baby from my sister and lower him down into the wheeled bassinet that’s waiting there for him. I’ll transfer him to his real crib later, but he’s perfectly happy taking a little nap here before I change him.

“He’s such an easy baby,” Cora says with a sigh as I move behind her and start to un-do all of the buttons that run down her back. “How did you get so lucky?” “He’s just an angel,” I say, my voice overly doting, making us laugh. “But seriously,” I say, “I think wolf babies are just different. A lot less crying, a lot more understanding between parents and child even when they’re that young. It’s incredibly convenient.” “I hope that’s true,” Cora says, her hand absently going to her own stomach. “I don’t have as much patience as you, so if this kid isn’t as easy as Rafey here?

We’re going to have trouble.” “You’ll be great,” I say, grinning at her as I finish with the buttons and she starts to shimmy out of the dress. As she does I move to lift the soft white sweatsuit I had made for her

off the shelf. Cora gasps when she sees it. “Ella!” she says, hands on her hips. “You didn’t!” “It says Mrs. Sinclair on the back,” I say, grinning and handing it to her.

“It’s too much,” she says, sighing and waving her hand. “Honestly, Ella, you keep it – you’re Mrs. Sinclair too! And you’ve given us too much already with all of this -” “Oh stop,” I say, rolling my eyes and grinning, pressing it into her hands. “If you don’t think I had my own made just like it, you’re crazy.” She laughs at that, taking the outfit and starting to pull it on. “Well, it’s very soft.” “I know,” I say, unzipping my own dress and reaching for some soft clothes myself. “Plus, we get to have the same name now, officially. Isn’t that cool?” “Oh,” she says, going a bit still, realizing it. “Oh wow, for the first time in our lives,” she says, laughing.” Sisters in name in addition to genetics and friendship.” I grin at her, glad she thinks it’s as cool as I do, and we both laugh with the pleasure of it.

When we’re both changed, I change Rafe into his own pajamas – he fusses a little, wanting to be left in peace, and I murmur my apology before tucking him in again and wheeling the little bassinet into the bedroom with us so that we can wait for Roger and Sinclair to come back.

“What do you think Xander’s planning?” I ask, sitting down next to my sister on the new little loveseat that Sinclair and I put at the end of the bed. Considering that we use this room more than we thought we would to entertain our siblings, we needed more places to sit.

“I don’t know,” Cora says thoughtfully, curling up on her side of the little couch and facing me. ” Nothing good, obviously but…” she turns her head to the side, considering. “Well, if you were Xander, what would you do?” “Go for Rafe?” I posit, glancing down at my peacefully sleeping baby.

“Nah,” she says, shaking her head, clearly lost in thought. “I mean, yesterday Sinclair made a very definite move in marking Rafe as his heir. It kind of makes that option null to Xander.” “What do you mean?” I ask, frowning.

“Well,” she says, looking at me evenly, “even if he were to…take out Sinclair,” she says slowly, and I my eyes go wide even at the hypothetical thought. She moves on quickly. “Either way,” Cora continues, “Rafe is already Sinclair’s heir to his throne. There’s no way for Xander to really claim Rafe as his own now as part of Xavier’s line. Rafe’s thoroughly a Sinclair, just like us. If Rafe inherits, the people who would be his obvious guardians would be you, and Henry, and Roger.” “And you,” I say, reaching out a foot to nudge her on the knee, insisting she include herself.

She waves a hand at me, dismissing the idea, but I grin and nudge her again, letting her know that she’s in this whether she likes it or not.

But still, I take her point. “So,” I say softly, “you think he’s doing something else?” “I do,” she says softly, her eyes un- focusing a little as she accesses the strategic part of her mind. “I think that while Xander hasn’t made it easy, the Sinclairs have successfully countered every move that he’s made. We’ve got him on the run, and now he’s embarrassed himself in front of everyone at a public event.” I nod, understanding that Xander really has been worked into a corner. He’s got very few resources left, and if he’s realizing as we perhaps have that the Atalaxians have brought him here less as an important player and more as a pawn that they can use to spark a war?

Xander may be realizing that his time and power is running short.

So, he’s scrambling.

“So, what would he do?” I wonder aloud, considering it.

“I think he’d…grasp at whatever straws are left to him,” Cora says softly, clearly thinking it through as she speaks. “He’d grab at whatever he thought was rightfully his, whatever he can hoard to make himself stronger.” “But he’s lost his home here, and his rights – we’d have him arrested, if the Atalaxians weren’t claiming him.” “So, what does he have left…” Cora says on a sigh, looking up at the ceiling as she racks her brain.

And I think hard as well, considering all the things that Xander has lost. I mean, he was once in Roger’s position the Duke, the brother to a powerful King. And he lost all of that. He made an bold play to get it back – planning to get me pregnant and steal the child, using Rafe to retake the throne but… Cora’s right. We turned away his plan there. And then he lost his connection to the Dark Lord’s priests when Sinclair and Roger killed them all, and his home when we made him run from it, and his servants when… But suddenly, I go quite, quite pale.

“Cora…” I breathe, my eyes going wide as I look up at her.

“What,” she says, her breath starting to come quick as she realizes that I’ve figured something out. I shake my head. “Jessica, and Sarah,” I say, starting to panic myself.

I mean, we haven’t seen them for days as soon as I found out that Xander was here I told them and Sarah let me know, politely, that they wouldn’t be attending any of the events to which they were of course invited, but instead sticking to their little suite of rooms to avoid seeing him.

But me – of course, idiot me – threw it in Xander’s face that I knew them, that I helped them And – and it probably wouldn’t take much at all for him to have done a little searching, a little casual chatter with the staff to lean that a young woman and her sister, refugees, were staying here in the palace “We have to tell Roger and Sinclair,” Cora says, jumping to her feet immediately, striding for the closet so she can get her phone and call her mate But before she can get there, a scream splits the air outside.

My head whips towards the window, my mouth falling open.

Because that was high pitched, shrill – The sort of sound that would come from an eight-year-old girl.