Sould As The Alpha King's Breeder

Chapter 10 More Than a Crush

Maeve

Myla pulled the thin straps of her dress over her delicate shoulders, reaching down to smooth the fabric over her belly. “What do we think of this one?” she asked, doing a little twirl.

Gemma looked over at her, a tube of lipstick in her hands. “Oh, I think that’s the one. Green is definitely your color, My.”

Myla smiled, fluffing her bouncy black curls as she bent closer to the vanity mirror. “Have you decided what you’re wearing yet, Maeve? We have to go soon. The train to the Uni leaves in an hour.”

I had been standing in the corner of Myla’s room, staring out the window that overlooked the sleepy street outside. It was only five o’clock, but the village was almost lifeless. “Where is everyone?”

Gemma smacked her lips in the mirror over Myla’s shoulder, pulling her long brown hair forward over her shoulders. “Should I leave it down, or up?”

“Everyone’s going to the social tonight, silly!” Myla left the vanity and opened the large wardrobe that took up the majority of her snug little bedroom, rummaging around and pulling out a pair of heels. “What size shoe are you, Maeve? If you wear the red dress, I think I have something that’ll match”

“There is NO way she’ll fit in your shoes, Myla!” Gemma giggled, pulling her hair back as she turned from the vanity. “Her feet are way too big! Up, or down?”

“Wear it down,” I laughed, ignoring her remark, reaching for the blue dress I had laid out on the bed. It wasn’t nearly as fancy as what Myla and Gemma were wearing, just a simple silk dress with silver embroidered flowers near the hem and tiny, practically useless spaghetti straps. “I don’t think I can dance in this one,” I said as I held it up to the light, admiring the delicate flowers. “I think the straps will snap.”

Gemma snorted with laughter as Myla reached up, cupping her breasts. “Oh, I wish I had boobs like yours, Maeve.”

“That’s what you think now,” I said, pulling the dress over my head and shimmying into it, the fabric snug around my chest and waist and falling loosely over my thighs. “Imagine not being able to fit into any of those trendy shirts you like… or having to wear a bra ALL the time.”

“Oh, please, you never wear a bra!” Gemma pointed out as she sat on the edge of the bed, pulling on a pair of knee-high, high heeled boots.

“Are you guys staying the night?” Myla asked, fluffing her hair once more.

I nodded, but Gemma gave us both a sly look, her eyes creasing playfully.

“Sure, unless I meet my handsome mate to entertain me for the-”

“Okay, okay!” Myla laughed, waving her hand at Gemma in dismissal. “Cleo will be home, and up, if we get separated and you need a place to crash for the night, okay? Let’s go, I want to get there before all the food is gone.” Cleo was the midwife who had raised Myla. I’d met her a few times.

They walked out the door as I hastily pulled on a pair of white sneakers, taking one last look at my appearance in the mirror before following them out onto the street.

“Sneakers? Really?” Myla asked, giving me a look.

“I’m still taller than you when you’re wearing heels, My. I don’t want to stick out too much-”

“Sticking out is the whole point!” Myla protested, wobbling in her heels on the gravel road.

I smiled to myself, catching Gemma’s knowing glance. Myla would likely find her mate tonight, we thought.

The University of Mirage was at the center of the city, at least twenty miles from the Castle of Drogomor. The main village of the Drogomor, where we were now, used to be entirely cut off from Mirage before a railway had been built between the two towns. Two decades and a boom in population later, the boundaries of the two towns had bled into each other, creating one sprawling

the fastest way to travel, but many people took small boats along the river that snaked through the city, parking their crafts at personal or public docks that stretched along

the almost four months I had spent in Valoria. Ernest had taken me on a tour of what was now called the Twin Cities,

it here, I thought dismally. It was a little too noisy and crowded for my

it to the edge of Old Town, the old boundary of what was once exclusively the village of Drogomor. A train depot stood in the distance, the platform swollen with people waiting for the next train to the city

of the cars from the castle, but I liked to try to blend in, and that would do anything but allow me to do that. The social was being held on the grounds of the University of Mirage, which was its own city in itself. The University opened its arms to students from dozens of packs, and its inclusiveness

Myla and Gemma walked ahead of me, their purses bouncing on their hips as they reached the counter and bought the train tickets. I stood back, looking around, admiring the stocky stone buildings of Old Town. The Wisteria vines were starting to bloom, and tiny purple flowers dotted the buildings. Magnolia trees hung heavy with buds of their own, and soon the entire area would smell strongly

Gemma and Myla onto the platform, accepting the ticket from Gemma as we struggled to find somewhere to

comes!” someone shouted, and the platform erupted in excited hoots and laughter as the train reached the

electricity shoot through me suddenly as we neared the train’s door. I felt like eyes were on the back of my neck and I looked

taking my hand as she pulled

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into Gemma’s ear.

BAR ACROSS THE STREET!” she hollered back, a handsome young man standing beside her with a sly grin on his face. I nodded, giving the man a

danced across the four-story high ceiling of the massive room, the old stained-glass windows glimmering in the yellow light they

as I pushed through the crowd, desperate for some fresh air. I should have gone with Gemma and her boy toy; at least I would’ve had a

blonde woman as they danced. My cheeks felt hot, and a painful feeling gripped my chest as I watched them. He looked right at me, his eyes narrowing as he arched his brow, his eyes glimmering with

turned and quickly pushed through the crowd, but not fast enough. He grabbed my arm, twirling me around to face him. “You said

as his breath tickled the skin on

“Come dance,”

about your date

he said, wrapping his arm around my waist as he led me back toward the

he spun me in a tight circle, taking my hands in his and placing one of them on his shoulder. “You’ve been

me?”

you do in the gym,” he said with a

“You’re drunk, aren’t you?”

length of my back. “Haven’t you had a drink yet? That’s the whole point of these things, isn’t it? To

I thought this was about finding a mate,” I said dryly, my skin rippling with gooseflesh as his hand pressed into the small of

out of the corner of my eye I saw his previous dance partner, her face twisted with jealousy. He followed my gaze, then laughed softly as he bent

the bond with anyone here?” I asked,

mouth lingered near my ear for a moment, then he bent further down, brushing his lips against my

with me,” he whispered into my neck, breaking away and leading me by the hand through the crowd. We reached the entryway, the massive arches towering over our heads as we walked out onto the busy street, people standing in

he led me away from the event center. We walked along the street for a moment before I pulled on his arm, trying to

anywhere you want. We can go south to the port, take a boat through

about? What do you

wall. “We can go north, Maeve. North across the tundra. No one knows what’s on the other side. I could…” He kissed me, fully, his mouth open and lips wide

“You’re wasted, Aaron. What are you talking

too?” he snapped, pulling away from me. His hair was wild, eyes shining in the pale glow of the flicking streetlamp across

a job to do, Aaron. We have a purpose greater than our feelings!” I did feel something. I knew I did. But I wasn’t old

holding

light flickered away to a dull glow before shutting off completely as Mirage’s nightly utility curfew took effect. He kissed my neck as I turned my head to look out over the darkened

had moved down from my waist to explore my thighs and I inhaled sharply as his fingers slipped under the hem