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

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

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 been built since the war’s

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

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.

that would do anything but allow me to do that. The social was being held on the grounds of the University of

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

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

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

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

reaching out and taking my hand

tt

Gemma’s ear. The

she hollered 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, watching as

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

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

arms wrapped around a skinny 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

enough. He grabbed my arm, twirling me around to face him. “You said you weren’t

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 toward the dance floor. And

as he spun me in a tight circle, taking my hands in his and placing one

me?”

in the gym,”

“You’re drunk, aren’t you?”

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

dryly, my skin rippling with gooseflesh as

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

with anyone here?”

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

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

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,

go anywhere you want. We can go south to

are you talking about? What do you

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

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

me. His hair was wild, eyes shining in the pale glow

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 felt was

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

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

down from my waist to explore my thighs and I inhaled sharply as