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.
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