Sould As The Alpha King's Breeder

Chapter 2: Some kind of Animal

Maeve

He stood only inches from me, his arm outstretched and his fingers gripping my arm. He had a bottle of beer in his other hand, the foam bubbling over the lip of the bottle. He let go once I regained my balance, giving me a sideways smile that showcased a single dimple in one cheek.

He was ruggedly handsome with tanned skin and brown unruly curls that were tucked behind his ears. He was tall, towering over my 5’8″ frame with ease. I felt hot, a little too hot, as I looked up at him, running my tongue along the inside of my lower lip.

“Uh, thanks,” 1 croaked, slightly taken aback. He nodded, his eyes taking in my face, eventually meeting my own.

One eye was blue, an icy, glacier blue. The other was steel gray. I couldn’t help but stare.

“Take a picture,” he said, his voice slightly lifted and playful.

“What?”

“Take-take a picture, it’ll last longer,” he stammered, his cheeks going a rosy pink as his mouth widened into a boyish grin.

I looked at him, blinking, then shook my head. “Are you serious? That’s the cheesiest-”

“Couldn’t help myself.” He breathed; his eyes still fixated firmly on my own. “I’ve been waiting for an opportunity to say that all day.”

I opened my mouth to speak, then closed it again, forcing down a laugh that was inching up my throat. There was a moment of silence then, just long enough to be acutely aware of the fact that we were still standing on the sidewalk,

staring at each other.

“You’re rather tall for a lady,” he said in all seriousness, taking a small sip of his beer.

“1-what?”

” SAID YOU’RE RATHER TALL FOR A—” he said loudly, leaning close as though I couldn’t hear him.

“I heard you the first time!” I interrupted, and this time I did laugh. “What’s wrong with you? Thank you for, um, stopping me from falling but… did you hit your head, or something?”

“Why do you ask?” He sipped from his beer again, his mouth twitching into a smile as the mouth of the bottle touched his lips.

“24” I was truly at a loss for words,

“Well, nice meeting you,” he said, turning away. I gaped after him as he took a few steps forward, then turned around again, tilting his head in the direction of the bar. “Want a beer?”

I did want a beer, and I was oddly curious about this man and his strange behavior. He was teasing me, trying to get a reaction out of me somehow. I liked it.

“You’re not going to try to kidnap and murder me, are you?” I asked in response. He pursed his lips, looking around at the crowd of people still hovering on the sidewalk as they watched the aftermath of the fight.

“Well, not anymore. Everyone heard you say that,” he said, looking around in mock suspicion before tilting his head toward the bar again in earnest. “You coming?”

“I’m actually supposed to be meeting someone

“Great, l’if go with you.”

“Why?” I laughed, shaking my head. “You have no idea who I am or where I’m going.”

“Well, I’ll probably know soon. That counts for something, right?”

hanter

some kind of Animal

clutched in his hand, My stomach did a little flip as he reached my side. I didn’t know why I thought letting this, this lunatio, to put it

He offered me the beer as we walked, but I shook my

don’t want your germs, and

arched one brow, giving me a look that sent a warm ripple up

wrong with you, Maeve?’ I thought to myself, breaking eye contact with

our mouths are

heard that one, and

“How do you know?”

your teeth as

you think I am? Some

in a

a brilliant smile and he laughed, the sound full and genuine. He passed me the beer, and this time I took it, drinking deeply and enjoying the bitter taste of it. I handed it back as we walked on, stopping

table cleared

looking around for Myla’s tell-tale raven black curls. She was

said the man, following my gaze as I scanned the ever–increasing

is my friend’s stall,” I said, tapping my finger on the empty table. “I guess

man took another sip of beer, emptying the bottle. “Well, what

to twist my hair into a bun on the top of my head. It was hot, the sun

gaze lingering on the back of my neck as I tied my hair back. I wanted

asked, breaking the spell. I looked for Myla one last time before looking over my shoulder at

in fact, lived at the Alpha of Drogomor’s castle. “What about you? I’ve never

as we began to walk away from Myla’s stall, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his

He was deeply tanned, his skin a fiery bronze against his loose, white button up shirt. He looked as though he had been somewhere tropical

a woman shoved past him. I reached

you

Thought I’d check it out. I’ve never even been to a big city before. I wanted to experience the culture,

walking, then bent over and retched loudly into a waste basket. I snorted with laughter as my companion motioned toward the man, sarcastically alluding to the idea that this was the culture he

my new

laughed, shak140 any head”‘s the spring festival People come from all over, you know. There are a least ning packs in Valenia now, Drogamer being the biggest there are files

glancing over at me with one blow arched “As

moatly event

question, but his

during these

from my brow, my breathcoming a little faster than usual. A

red?” he aaked,

both hands and letting the frosted glass chill my fingers, “I don’t do well in

“You look awful.”

a drink of the lemonade and blinked

because you

why I

jeez You’re just fair. Can we get off the street and sit down somewhere? Before you pass out?” He didn’t wait for my reply, taking me forcefully by the elbow and leading me off the street and into the shade of an awning covering the entrance of a shop. I plopped down on a shaded bench, sighing with reliel. He didn’t sit down beside me like I had expected, however. He reached down and began to pull down the

“Hey!”

“What?”

away, almost spilling the lemonade

you out of this jacket?” he replied,

“I can do it-”

caught his hand in mine, digging my nails into his

me? You’re trying to

one eyebrow, his eyes flashing with jest. “You