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

travel, but many people took small boats along the river that snaked through the city, parking their crafts at

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

would love it here, I thought dismally. It was

walking we made it to the edge of Old Town, the old boundary of what was once exclusively the village of Drogomor. A train depot

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

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 floral from

the platform, accepting the ticket

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

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

Myla shouted, reaching out and taking my hand as she pulled

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Gemma’s

man standing beside her with a sly grin on his face. I nodded, giving the man a serious “I’ll hunt you down and kill you and your entire family if anything happens to her” look, watching as

dancing and mingling in the crowded event center. Paper lanterns danced across the four-story high ceiling of the massive

desperate for some fresh air. I should have gone with Gemma and her boy toy; at least I would’ve had

feeling gripped my chest as I watched them. He looked right at me, his eyes narrowing

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

chill that ran up my spine as his breath tickled the skin on my neck. “Gemma didn’t give me

“Come dance,”

your date over

his arm around my waist as he led me back toward

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

me?”

workouts you do in the gym,”

“You’re drunk, aren’t you?”

a

dryly, my skin rippling with gooseflesh as

eye I saw his previous dance partner, her face twisted with jealousy. He followed my gaze, then laughed softly as he bent down to speak into my ear.

the bond with anyone here?” I asked, dreading his

mouth lingered near my ear for a moment, then he bent further down, brushing his lips against my neck. I closed my eyes, momentarily losing myself in his touch and the thrum of

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

We walked along the street for a moment

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

talking about?

pulled me into a darkened alleyway between two buildings, his arms coming around my waist as he pressed against me, pinning me against the cool brick 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 against my own. “I could take you home. Where you’d be where

pushed against him. “You’re wasted, Aaron. What are you

it too?” he snapped, pulling away from me. His hair was wild, eyes shining in the pale glow of the flicking streetlamp across the alleyway. “Have you not felt it since we met in the

a purpose greater than our feelings!” I did feel something. I knew I did. But I wasn’t old enough to feel a true mate bond yet. But what I

again. He touched my face, holding my chin in his

the back of head to bring him to me, my fingers locked in his hair as he met my kiss with the same urgency. The electric hum of the building behind me quieted and the streetlamp’s 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

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