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

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

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

was

half an hour of 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 stood in the distance, the platform swollen with people waiting for the next train to the

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 have. I could

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,

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

shouted, and the platform erupted in excited hoots and laughter as the train

train’s door. I felt like eyes were on the back of my neck and

reaching out and taking my hand

tt

I practically screamed into Gemma’s

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 she

the throngs of people dancing and mingling in the crowded event center. Paper lanterns danced across the four-story high ceiling of the massive room, the old stained-glass windows glimmering in the

insane,” I said to myself 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 chance

they danced. My cheeks felt hot, and a painful feeling gripped my chest as I watched them. He looked

crowd, but not fast enough. He grabbed my arm, twirling

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

“Come dance,”

about your

my date,” he said, wrapping his arm around my waist as he led me back

a tight circle, taking my hands in his and placing one of them on his

me?”

do in the

“You’re drunk, aren’t you?”

me closer, his hand running down the length of my back. “Haven’t you had a drink yet? That’s the whole point of these things, isn’t it? To get so

said dryly, my skin rippling with gooseflesh as his hand pressed into the small

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

with anyone here?” I

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

the crowd. We reached the entryway, the massive arches towering over our

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

you want. We can

are you talking about?

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…”

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

pale glow of the flicking streetlamp across

our feelings!” I did feel something. I knew I did. But I

my face, holding my chin in his hand.

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

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