Sould As The Alpha King's Breeder

Chapter 3: That’s Why He Ran Away

Gemma placed the salve down on the vanity in front of me, wiping the greasy sheen off her fingers on the fabric of her skirt. This stuff is so messy”

“I don’t think I need it.”

Gemma grabbed my shoulders and turned me toward the mirror of my vanity, her face hovering above mine in the reflection. She was a normal color, her cheeks rosy from the heat still seeping from the open windows.

Me, well, I was more than a little pink. I reached up to touch the tip of my nose, the skin burnt to a vibrant red that

envied the color of the evening gown I had worn to my usual dinner with Ernest only an hour ago.

“Thank Goddess that man got you into the shade!” she said, shaking her head as she reached for the greasy can of salve again, struggling to pry it open. “What were you thinking wearing that jacket out on a day like this? It’s still almost ninety degrees outside, and the sun is setting!”

“It’s spring! How was supposed to know it was going to get this hot?”

“How many times do I have to remind you that we’re not in Winter Forest anymore? There are real seasons in Valoria, Maeve. Not just Winter and Break-up.”

grunted, pulling away from her as she reached for my face with a glob of yellowish salve on her fingers. Gemma was right, though. Our springs and summers back home were brief and often chilly, Break-up signified the breaking up of the ice over our rivers and lakes, basically another word for spring. But the snow still hung on the mountains even in late summer, most of it never melting at all.

“I just wanted to wear Rowan’s jacket, that’s all. It’s not even that thick, you know. It’s a flannel.”

“How many people do you see wearing any type of flannel here?” Gemma attempted to smother my face in the salve a second time, but I dodged her touch. She leaned back, giving me a steely look. “Stop moving!”

1 surrendered, grimacing at the smell. “What the hill is that?”

She shrugged. “One of the kitchen maids gave it to me. The servants have been talking about your sunburn all evening. You looked a right mess at dinner, from what I heard.”

“It smells awful!”

“Well, you wouldn’t have needed it if you used your brain and stayed out of the sun.”

“I was a little busy”

“Hanging out with your lunatic, I almost forgot!” she laughed, shaking her head as she screwed the lid back on the salve and tossed it unceremoniously into the top drawer of the vanity. “Put it on in the morning, too.”

Gemma turned around, disappearing through the bathroom door. I heard water running, then her voice as she murmured curses while she tried to scrub the thick salve off of her hands.

She was my closest and dearest friend. Gemma and I had been thick as thieves when I was a kid, even though she was ten years older than me. She was often tasked with looking after me and Rowan, but eventually our relationship grew into something more than that. She was family, truthfully.

Gemma was the daughter of Seraphine, who had been a close friend of my mother, Rosalie. Gemma had also seen much of the world in her short life, which had given her an air of worldliness that I had found intoxicating as a child. During the war, she’d lived on the island where our mothers had first met. Our games of make-believe went beyond the scope of my limited imagination if she was in control, and when it was decided that I would relocate to Valoria, well, there was no way I was going without her.

I was to be Luna, after all. Maybe one day the White Queen of the north. I would eventually require my own staff. There was no one I trusted more than Gemma, and no one who would even come close to being experienced enough to be my advisor. Her position put her in the upper echelons of Pack Drogomor, granting her unlimited access to the castle and

antations to the ten parties and gatherings Emest held within the castle’s walls

Ontertunately, it also meant she had to work closely with Horace, the decrepit old man who served as Emosi’s advisor

crossing one leg over the other and vipina

hadn’t thought about Aaron all day, not after meeting

did he tell you who it is?” I asked, turning in my stool to face her. I

Hopefully someone handsome

“It’s Aaron Cressner!”

of

“Yes!”

were both resisting the urge to laugh, and I

loathes me.” I laughed into my hands.

you only

a little.”

of a tree and had a branch coming

he had agreed to climb the tree. I had only called him a baby, twice, when he protested the activity. I did

back and forth on the

wasn’t my decision. I doubt it was his, either.” I had the sudden flashback of the day his family departed, Aaron and his parents stuffed into a seaplane as it began to move

been standing on the rocky beach, watching the plane move gracefully through the surf, when I saw Aaron looking at me through the plane’s window, his

for the fall, calling me a little devil. She even had the audacity to call my mother a witch as she pleaded with the woman to let her heal Aaron as the boy lay sprawled out on the ground, the meat of

from my face. “Curse you and

course. I was only ten years old, and Aaron had

mother. There was no curse, they said. But something in my mother’s eyes as she tried to reassure me made

home whenever you reach your second trimester, as long

burned from my touch. “I’m supposed to see the doctor soon, aren’t 1? To find out when my chances of conceiving are

knows what the word ovulation means. I’ll know more when i meet with Horace next

so, it begins,” I said soberly, looking through my fingers at her. She nodded, tilting her head to

about this man from

had already filled her in on most of what had happened. Myla wanted to look for him after he disappeared

understood his humor. I liked it and he picked up on that immediately, almost like

should go to the

“No, absolutely not.”

to five!” She paused, her face drawn

I wouldn’t be able to sense my mate before then. It would

he’s

am cursed? Or worse, what if he

famous half smiles, her green eyes creasing with mirth.

Not like, like him. Okay? I met him once and only for the course of an hour, tops. I couldn’t do anything about it if I did, anyway. I’m about to be… to be pregnant. By Aaron. To give my own cousin

she laughed, standing up and coming to my side, gripping my shoulder in reassurance. “But It’s our mess. I’ll stand by

as she looked over my face and noticed a spot

gesture

falling face-first into the bed. “Why couldn’t they’ve just sent

have been very, very bad, actually,” she sighed, patting my back. “I do miss Rowan, though.” Her voice was dreamy as she said it, and I rolled

just adore

**I don’t know why-”

is rather