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

covered miles and miles of land. The train was the fastest way to travel, but many people took small boats along the river that snaked through the city, parking

the train once during the almost four months I had spent in Valoria. Ernest had taken me on a tour of what was now called the Twin Cities, pointing out the major landmarks and new infrastructure that had

was

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

have taken one 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.

stocky stone buildings of Old Town. The Wisteria vines were starting to bloom, and tiny purple flowers dotted

ticket from Gemma as

comes!” someone shouted, and the platform erupted in

the train’s door. I felt like eyes were on the back

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

tt

into Gemma’s

back, a handsome young 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,

her tiny frame swallowed by 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 yellow light

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 to escape

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

but not fast enough. He grabbed my arm, twirling me around to face him. “You

his breath tickled the skin on

“Come dance,”

your date over

his arm around my waist as he led me back toward the dance floor. And don’t tell me

hands in his and placing one of them on his shoulder.

me?”

barre workouts you do in the gym,”

“You’re drunk, aren’t you?”

running down the length of my back. “Haven’t you had a drink

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

partner, her face twisted with jealousy. He followed my gaze, then laughed softly as he bent down to speak into my ear. “Don’t worry, she’s not my

bond with anyone here?” I asked,

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

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 center of the drive as they drank

We walked along the street for a moment before I pulled on his arm, trying to get

We can go south to the port, take a boat through the southern

about? What

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

wasted, Aaron. What

eyes shining in the pale glow of the flicking streetlamp across the alleyway. “Have you not felt it since

job to do, Aaron. We have a purpose greater than our feelings!” I did feel something. I

the distance between us again. He touched my face, holding my chin in his hand. “You

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

my thighs and I inhaled sharply as his fingers slipped