Sould As The Alpha King's Breeder

Chapter 9 Grandfather, It’s Me

Aaron

I could hear her quick footsteps behind me, her sandals tapping on the stone pavers as she struggled to keep up. “Aaron!”

“What?!” 1 rounded on her and she stopped short, skidding to a stop a few feet from where I stood. She had followed me out of the garden and across the wide stone walkway that led from the castle to the outskirts of the village below. “What, Maeve?”

“Why did you just walk away? I was talking,”

“I don’t want to talk about that day, alright? I’m sorry I’m not-not practically deformed, like you assumed.”

Her mouth dropped open for a second, then she snapped it shut, her sapphire eyes narrowing into cat-like slits. “I never said you were deformed!”

“You thought I should have been. Your memory is lacking, Maeve. How old were you? Six? Seven?”

“I was ten, Aaron-”

Ah, see? How much could you possibly remember from back then?” Sweat was prickling on my brow. I dug my fingernails into the palm of my hands, waiting for her reply.

Oh, Maeve was an open book. Every emotion danced across her face. She had no control of the furious red blush that spread across her cheeks and neck. She was a vision in the cream-colored set she was wearing, the loose fabric trembling in the breeze. Her hair was falling over her shoulders, long and bleached a vibrant golden color that reminded me of the vivid sunsets back home, when the sun turned the ocean a warm, pinkish orange as it dipped below the horizon.

She was beautiful. I couldn’t deny it. I wanted to reach out and touch the half-moon scar on her chest as she stood in front of me, slicing into my soul with her gaze. She had freckles all along her collarbones, surrounding the scar like constellations in a

cloudless sky.

I would draw her like this, standing in the field with the sun behind her and golden blades of grass at her feet, just like I had drawn her the night after I met her for the first time in the market, drawing her with her mouth stretched into a wide, full smile and her

eyes creased with laughter.

with my pencil. That look behind her eyes whenever she was vexed, something like excitement. Something that told me she would always

of emotion through her features. She did, in my defense, have on a

her eyes narrowed into slits as she looked up

I caught her by the wrist as she attempted to swing at me, my mouth twitching into a smile as she struggled against my grip. Maeve had every attribute of someone who had grown up with boys, especially brothers. She wasn’t the meek, submissive type

knee me in the groin, I caught her by the

hat snuggly on her head. Oh, she was seething. I knew this

of course, but the kiss hadn’t been, and I knew she

in her eye that she had mischief on her mind. She wanted a fight, for

I said, balling my hands into fists and

trembled, her tears wet against my skin. “I’m sorry. I was being too rough. I can’t-I can’t read emotions well. I try, but,” Suddenly I remembered I was half naked and covered in charcoal from cutting down that charred tree, and I pushed her away, my hands on her shoulders as I held her at arm’s length. She was covered in

maybe.” I

looked up at me, her eyes an even brighter blue than before as if the light was reflecting

I was probably severely concussed.

didn’t

was it so important to you that I had a scar?” I

that Aaron,” she said, her face undergoing a rapid change. She was suddenly

“Why?”

shoulders tightening against my touch. I let her go, letting my hands fall

lot,” I said, matter-of-factly. “Every time you look at me it looks like you’re about to fight me, yell at me, or

her mouth, fading as

an elderly

Maeve turned around, startled.

and expressionless as he nodded his head at Maeve in greeting. “You’re needed in

around her chest to hide the blackened fabric as

off Horace. She tensed, sensing the tension in the air as she passed Horace

growled, his black eyes