Sould As The Alpha King's Breeder

Chapter 5 Aaron in Her Bedroom

I hadn’t been prepared for this. None of it

I sat in my bed with my knees pressed against my chest, watching the light from the adjacent room, Aaron’s room, spill into mine

I hadn’t curled up with a frilly romance novel like usual I had raged, attempting to push the heavy wardrobe against the shared door, unsuccessfully of course, and surrendered to turning off all the lights and slipping into bed, silent as a mouse

And then I watched, sometimes holding my breath as an occasional silent shadow broke through the light visible beneath the door. He had crossed the room several times, the scraping sound of a dresser drawer being opened or the thump of a door closing the only sounds in what felt like the entire castle

Gemma tried to explain the reasoning behind removing the lock from the door. Horace had thought it would allow for privacy, less stress, and easier access for higher levels of success.

“There’s no ceremony for this, Maeve! Not like with… with female breeders. The maids won’t come and bathe you. He won’t be escorted in. This is… up to you.”

*This is ridiculous,” I had replied, then i’d went into my room. I felt exposed knowing he was right next door, so close, with only a door between us.

But as much as I detested it, I understood the lack of ceremony and the strangely casual approach to the situation. ! was not a lowly breeder sold to an Alpha as an object, something to control and then discard. I was a future Luna. I was the heir to my mother’s title of White Queen. It would be me who held the entire Eastern Territoy in the palm of my hand.

And the child I would produce would inherit it all of Valoria.

Gemma was right. It was up to me. Aaron was, in this situation, my subject. He was here for me to use. And, just like my father before me, I had an obligation to my pack to do exactly that.

I looked up as he turned off the lights in his room. My room was suddenly shrouded in complete darkness, the only light the pale glow of the moon dancing against the rapidly moving clouds.

I finally fell asleep to the sound of the curtains wafting in the stiff, humid breeze coming from the open window, too tired to get up and close it. The heat of the night lulled me into a deep, dreamless sleep…

A crash, then a shatter. I heard the shared door swing open and bounce against the wall, Aaron’s voice ringing in my ears.

I threw the covers off and swung my legs out of bed, but Aaron grabbed me by the ankle just before my feet touched the carpet. He tossed me back against the mattress with force, then turned to the shattered window where a storm of epic proportions was raging just outside.

Thunder echoed around the room, shaking the scattering of hairpins and cosmetics sitting idle on my vanity. I saw the glass-covered carpet when lightning split the sky in two, a vibrant blue glow lighting up the room for a single second, He turned his gaze from the window, looking at me, his face drawn in deep lines of concern. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah. I’m alright-” Another clap of thunder burst through the room and I screamed, unable to stop myself. The air was electric; the downy hairs on my arms standing straight on end as the lightning’s glow filled the room with an eerie blue haze once again

He extended his hand to me, and I took it, gingerly stepping down onto the carpet. “There’s no glass over here.” His voice was drowned out by another boom, then another. I flinched each time, but he squeezed my hand, leading me through the shared door and into his room, where his window was still intact.

“Go back to sleep,” he demanded, pulling on a faded denim jacket that had been draped over one of the high-back

yellow armchairs near the empty hearth.

“Where are you going?”

“To make sure everyone’s alright.”

flipped the light switch several times, glancing back at me

be fine,” I whispered, trying to make

once, then disappeared through

pulled the covers up to my chin,

things, with a hint of musk. And something else, I

been to a beach, not one with soft sand and clear blue water. Whatever this scent was, well, it was exactly what i imagined being there would feel like. He smelled like heat, like the sun warming the wood on one of those great wooden ships from

warming the bed around me. I had fallen asleep with the

was alone; the space next to me in bed still made and cool to the touch. Aaron hadn’t been back. At least,

whatsoever. Someone had fixed a piece of plywood over the window sometime in the early morning, nailing it in place. I had slept through

I’ve been hounding the Alpha to have them replaced for years,” Jeb, the live-in handyman, glanced at me over his shoulder as he lifted a sheet of plywood over a shattered window in the kitchen as one of his associates screwed it in place.

myself. Obviously replacing the centuries-old windows in the castle with double-pane glass was the

murmuring to each other as they did so. I turned to Gemma, who was watching them work with deep-set dark

her green eyes glossed

“Where is everyone?”

cleaning up. The servant’s hall in the attic got the worst of the damage.

“I’m not that hungry-”

her chest. “The Three Musketeers went into town to access the damage there.” She was talking about Ernest and his Beta, as well as Horace. She shook her head, giving me a half smile. “I don’t know what they

I blushed, turning away from Gemma and pretending to be invested in what Jeb’s crew were doing as they

him since last night. He was the one who got the servants out of the attic before the roof started to leak.” She waved her

window shattered. He got me out of

him well? From before?” she asked suddenly, uncrossing her arms and picking af her sleeve. “He just… I remember him. I was twenty when his family visited Winter Forest, I

ago,

you not feel it too? He’s the guy you met in the

heart dropping into my stomach. “He is. I

not adding

same jeans ! wore yesterday and a

on her wrist. “I’ve gotta go. Stay close by today, okay? I heard Mirage is a mess. I asked one of the warriors to check

her walk briskly into the dining hall. I turned on my heel, then walked through a different door that

sun danced along the rolling fields, the once dry, yellow

rain had bent the tall grass in a way that revealed the wolf trails that wound through the fields, the narrow trail systems leading off in the far distance where the forest

group of buildings in the distance, a small outcrop of abandoned

it was reaching out, pulling the buildings back into its depths. I felt a chill run up my spine asi neared. It was an eerie place,

rustling sound, and then someone came into view between the cracked and rotten boards of one of the dilapidated sheds.

figure bent down, one

the shed, stumbling over the scattered, moss-covered stone bricks that were hidden in the tall grass. “Aaron!” I called again, and this time

you doing out

surprised

“Walking? Alone?”

yeah? What’s