Sould As The Alpha King's Breeder

Chapter 7: The Birds and the Bees

Maeve

I spent the rest of the morning trudging through the tall grass, which had sprung back up to its usual height after the sun came out and began to dry the weighed-down blades. I struggled against the unruly grass, the sharp, dry blades constantly snagging on my shirt and poking the skin on my hands and neck.

“Damn you, Aaron,” I hissed, finally popping out of the field and into the castle’s well-kept grounds. The garden was empty of its usual inhabitants. Everyone, including the gardeners, were helping clean up the aftermath of the storm. I found the emptiness peaceful, and instead of going back inside the castle I found myself wandering around the gardens for at least an hour.

It wasn’t until Gemma came out looking for me that I went inside. She picked the grass out of my hair as she walked behind me, talking incessantly about the storm’s damage.

I started up the stairs, but she stopped me, grabbing my elbow. “Where are you going?”

“Oh, um. To my room, to change.”

“Don’t worry about it. There’s no time.”

“For what?”

“Oh damn, I forgot. Maeve, I’m sorry. I should have mentioned it last night but with Aaron showing up and”

“What is it, Gemma?”

“Horace scheduled an appointment for you with the doctor today, in a few minutes, actually. It’ll be brief.”

| stepped off the stairs, a strange sensation rippling through my stomach, something like excitement, or nerves. I wasn’t sure

“in the infirmary?” I asked, letting her take the lead. We walked through the winding hallways on the first floor, passing the dining hall and library as we made our way to the far eastern wing of the castle, a darkened, rarely used area.

Sure enough, the lights inside the infirmary were on and I could hear Ernest’s voice from within the sterile waiting room.

I entered behind Gemma, who had gone stiff and flushed as I stepped to stand beside her. I looked at her, then turned to where she was looking, my hands tightening into fists.

Aaron was standing in the corner of the infirmary’s entrance, his arms crossed casually over his chest as he talked to Dr. Metzer and Ernest

“Stop shaking,” Gemma whispered, giving me a side-eyed look. “There’s nothing to be worried about. He’s just going to take some blood,”

“I’m not worried. I’m mad,” I whispered back, still looking at Aaron, who gave us both a nod in greeting.

“What’s the matter.”

his hands together. He pranced over to me, bending down to kiss me on each cheek before! could

I mumbled, but

Excellent work on managing the castle in our absence,” he said with a

her and really did appreciate her help around the castle. I

looked up slowly, making eye contact with Aaron. He was staring at me the same way he always did,

it was almost as though a silent conversation was passing between us, something

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as I narrowed my eyes at him, he was trying to apologize

back at me, his mouth tilting

mind. He was taunting

said in a dry, monotone voice. He was an owlish man, short and stocky with a few wispy white hairs left on his head. He motioned for me

while I sat on

they regular? How much do I weigh? How tall

he wrote down

“What?

a giant,” he mumbled, shaking his head.

said sarcastically, uncrossing my legs as a nurse entered the room, pushing a cart with the supplies

understand what you must do in order to make a baby?” the doctor said, flipping over the paper on his

asking if I know how to..

explained to you how babies are

my mouth to say something cutting but decided against it. The nurse pursed her lips, trying not to laugh as she continued to prepare

gritted teeth. Was a

vitals. “Based on your last period, I would assume your fertile window is in

gave me a gracious smile. The doctor left the room just as Brenda was leaning over my arm, the needle dipping into my flesh as she released the ternicate she had placed on my upper

tube, turning the little glass vials a deep red as they

Brenda said with a smile, capping one

the least bit queasy

spot where the needle had been placed in the crook of my elbow. “You might bruise a little,

anyway?” I asked, waving