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

train was 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

what was now called the Twin Cities, pointing

love it here, I thought dismally. It was a little

once exclusively the village of Drogomor. A train depot stood in the distance, the platform swollen with people

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 gave me a level of anonymity I wouldn’t otherwise

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 their large, white

and Myla onto the platform, accepting the ticket

and the platform erupted in excited

felt 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 I looked around, my stomach tightening.

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

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practically screamed into Gemma’s ear. The

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

ago, her tiny frame swallowed by the throngs of people dancing and mingling in the crowded event center. Paper lanterns danced

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

hot, and a painful feeling gripped my chest as I watched them.

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

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

“Come dance,”

about your

he led me back toward the dance floor. And don’t tell me

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

me?”

barre workouts you do in the gym,” he said with

“You’re drunk, aren’t you?”

you had a

a mate,” I said dryly, my skin rippling with gooseflesh as his hand pressed

out of the corner of my eye I saw his previous dance partner, her face twisted with jealousy. He followed

the bond with anyone here?” I asked, dreading

lips against my neck. I closed my eyes, momentarily losing myself in his touch

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 clusters around the circular fountain in the

me away from the event center. We walked along the street

getting out of here. Tonight. We can go anywhere you want. We can go south to the port, take a boat

are you talking about? What do

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

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

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

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 enough to feel a true mate bond

He touched my face, holding my chin in his hand. “You feel it,

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 out over the darkened city, the windows sparking with life as their inhabitants’ lit candles that made the cityscape look like

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