Chapter 436


    Dinner Party  I enter the borate dining room at Sinir’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.


    Sinir, walking at my side, presents a simr image: the unppable Alpha King, his body fully


    capable of every violent rumor of which our guests have heard, but toned and refined by the mind of a


    King, a true power yer.


    The effect we have as a pair ripples through the room with people turning to us, many eyes going wide.


    Because we really do present the image of two people who should not be trifled with.


    I have to admit, a little thrill goes through me at the idea of this. Because, honestly, I usually think of


    myself as sweet and determined, but certainly not powerful and imposing. But tonight, at Sinir’s


    side? Ites to me easier than I thought it would.


    Cora and Rogere into the room behind us, our personal guards following after them. Many eyes


    turn to my human sister, considering her alongside and her fated Alpha mate. I know Roger and Cora


    are baffling to many people within the wolfmunity who can’t understand how or why Roger would


    have a human woman fated to be at his side.


    But one look at my stunning sister in hervender gown? Well. Let’s just say that even without the


    information that she’s a demigoddess who can control the weather, I think it’s making a lot more sense


    to a lot of our gathered guests.


    Still, as Sinir and I approach our chairs at the head of the table, I’m aware of some frowns and


    whispers around the room. Even though the four of us present a strong and untied front, there are as


    there always are dissenters amongst our supporters. My eyes move immediately to the group of five


    ambassadors from Atxia, dressed in back and gathered at the far end of the table.


    Sinir sent word, of course, that my uncle was absolutely not invited to attend this smaller, more


    personal dinner, and I am pleased to see that he’s not there.


    But I narrow my eyes in their direction anyway, wondering what the hell else they’ve got up their sleeve.


    “Dominic, E,” I hear Henry’s voice say, and I turn to see him wheeling towards us. My face breaks


    into a grin and I lean forward, giving him a kiss on the cheek and tilting the baby so that Henry can say


    hello as Sinir greets his father as well.


    “I’ve heard you’ve had a tough morning,” Henry says quietly as people around the room begin to take


    their seats. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there – ” “Please,” Sinir says, dismissing his apology with a wave. “We


    handled it well.


    There’s nothing you could have done.” “Still,” Henry sighs, rolling up to his ce at the table on


    Sinir’s left. “I’d have liked to have seen the man for myself, been able to assess him. But I’m sure I’ll


    have more opportunity for that as the weekend passes.” “Yes,” I sigh, taking my own seat as Sinir


    pulls it out for me. “I’m sure you will.” I hold my sleeping baby close to me as Cora and Roger take their


    own seats to my right, and then I look up at Sinir, who is still standing. A warm smile lights my


    mate’s face as he lifts a ss of wine towards the waiting group of people and begins to wee


    everyone formally to the pce, letting them know that he hopes the weekend will be full of many


    pleasurable and fruitful conversations about the future of our collected nations.


    I smile up at my mate as I listen to him speak, proud of this man who can so seamlessly move between


    worlds. I’ve seen him in so many different lights now father, mate, soldier, politician, and beyond – and


    I’m so impressed that he is able to perform each role so admirably. Honestly, my heart tumbles a little


    over itself as I watch him. I couldn’t have designed a more perfect mate if I tried.


    I blush to myself a bit, looking down at my baby, thinking myself the luckiest girl in the world. And then I


    nce around the table, pleased when I see everyone’s eyes focused on my mate, a variety of


    expressions crossing their faces most of them warm.


    But when my eyes fall on the Atxian prince?


    I’m shocked to see him looking directly at me. Staring, even.


    I blink and sit up straight a little bit, surprised. And my shock only increases when he fails to look away,


    instead holding my gaze, his face expressionless as he studies me, apparently ignoring the speech and


    instead trying to figure me out.


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    I find myself growing more and more ufortable under his gaze. What… why on earth would he be


    so interested in me?


    I stare back at him, my own eyes fixed, trying to figure out the mystery But then I jump a little when the


    room breaks into apuse. I bite my lip then, a little ashamed at having missed the tail end of my


    mate’s speech. But – well, considering that we went over it togetherst night, refining all the details, I


    suppose I already know what he said.


    When Sinir looks down at me and tils his ss towards me, I beam up at him, giving my full support.


    His own smile deepens before he turns back to our crowd of guests, calling for a toast to international


    friendship and a bright future.


    Our guests call the words back to him, heartily joining in with the spirit.


    I raise my own ss along with everyone else, genuinely hoping that this can be true. But as my eyes


    again return to the Atxian delegation?


    I see that while they raise their sses in a slight show of support, their eyes are cold. And I have a


    distinct feeling that they’re going to make our jobs very difficult.


    The rest of the meal goes well, with general chatter and delicious food. I pass Rafe to Conner so that I


    can manage a knife and fork and I do my best to participate, chatting with the guests closest to use, but


    as I nce at Cora and find her eyes already on me, I know we’re untied in our thought: that the real


    challenge is going toe after dinner, at the after party.


    When we finish our desert and the dinner breaks up, I get to my feet feeling newly steeled for the


    evening ahead.


    “You all right?” Sinir asks as he stands next to me. I can tell immediately that it’s less a question of


    whether I’m handling this well, but instead if I feel prepared for what’sing next.


    “I’m perfect,” I assure him, giving him a bright smile as Conner brings me Rafe, who is awake now and


    looking around the room curiously.


    “All right, trouble,” Sinir murmurs, leaning down to kiss me on the forehead.


    “Let’s go get this done.”