Sould As The Alpha King's Breeder

Chapter 17: Ernest’s Mate

Maeve

“Don’t say your name? Why?”

*Just in that context. I don’t… we can’t-”

“I know,” I said hurriedly, feeling foolish. It couldn’t be personal. That had to be what he meant. I fidgeted, looking past him toward the door. He followed my gaze, then snapped his head back around, giving me a serious look.

“Leave them alone, Maeve. I know what you’re thinking.”

“I just really need to talk to Ernest—”

“No, you don’t.”

“You don’t understand, Aaron. Gemma is in a bit of a crisis right now,”

“Because they’re mates? That doesn’t sound like a crisis to me.” He stood there, staring at me blankly as my jaw dropped open.

“How the hell did you know that?”

“Uh, he told me? Is it supposed to be a secret-”

I turned from him, pacing over to a set of couches that had been pushed up against the wall so that the maid could polish and wax the floor. I felt a little guilty as I looked down at the very obvious footprints left in the fresh wax, but the room was rarely used. It was my first time spending more than a few minutes here myself. “Well, if you know about it then it’s not a secret, is it?”

He shrugged, reaching up to crack open the window. “What do you need to talk to him about that’s so pressing you’d interrupt them?”

“I wasn’t going to interrupt them,” I lied, pursing my lips as he cast me an incredulous look. “I just wanted to talk to him privately.”

“About why he won’t marry and have children?”

Igaped at him again, my jaw nearly hitting the floor. “You know about that? You know why?”

“Yeah, he told me all about it.” Aaron’s tone was so casual that I laughed, unable to stop myself. He peered at me, tilting his head as I sat down on one of the dusty couches. “Do you seriously not know? How could you not know? Your whole reason for being here is to produce the heir he refuses,”

“Refuses? No, he can’t have children.”

“Oh, he’s perfectly capable of having children.”

“1-How?”

rest with his legs splayed open. I could see the outline of his cock in the comically tiny shorts he was wearing, and he made no move to hide it, either. He caught my gaze and I blushed, which was actually the reaction he had wanted. His mouth twitched into a smile as he stretched his arms above his head, groaning

“Aaron!”

and put both of his feet on the couch, facing me. “Ernest said he had a vision that his mate and their child would die,

gauge whether or not Aaron

own mother had the same vision, and she was the driving force behind getting your dad to bring

flush, my skin prickling with a chill as his words settled. Aunt

rare if they were real at all. At least, that’s what my parents told me after Aaron’s own mother cursed me, after his accident. My mom’s powers were well known, but we descended from the Moon Goddess herself as White Queens. Aunt Georgia and my

He said he thought it was just a dream until his mom said something about it. This all happened shortly before they left, I guess,

words. My Uncle Talon and Aunt Georgia had ruled over Drogomor in my father’s place. Dad wanted to be in Winter Forest with us, not thousands of miles away in Valoria. I didn’t know the details of the exchange of power, but I do know Ernest became Alpha at a ridiculously young age, sixteen or seventeen, when his parents decided to leave Valoria and travel west

Ernest believes it. I tried to talk him out of

true,” I said

narrowed his eyes at me, shaking his head. “You’re kidding, right? It’s fanciful at best-” He paused, the muscles of his neck contracting in the dim light as he swallowed. “You’re not cursed, Maeve. Neither

mother

couldn’t have. It’s not real, just

into my power. I was. I told the nurse in the infirmary to save some of my blood

said now determines your future? How do you know your blood doesn’t have healing powers, or whatever it

lingering on mine. “She believed it. I could see it in her eyes. I know she

exactly is

shrugged, leaning forward over my knees to look down at the floor. “That I won’t find my mate. That I won’t come into my powers as a

“Well, when’s your birthday?”

at him.”Not

shouldn’t worry about it until August.” He stood, holding out his hand to me and shaking it when

“Where are we going?”

he’s being an

said not

I changed

I took his hand, suspicious beyond measure. Aaron was a master of deflection. He obviously didn’t want to talk about the day he got hurt in front of me, or his mother, or my possible curse. But, I was

me back into the hallway, but we were surprised to see Ernest walking quickly down the

are you

wrenching my hand free from his grasp, but he squeezed my hand, tucking it behind his back, and we all came

go down to the village to escort him to the castle. Give him a little tour.” He sighed deeply, running his

him stiffen beside me and inhale, but his face was calm and firmly fixed on Ernest. Ernest ran his fingers through his hair again, ruffling it beyond repair, then looked

heard great things about

work things out with—”Aaron stepped backward, his heel crunching my toes. I let out my breath in a hiss, glancing up at him and noticing the abrupt change in his demeanor. He was looking forward, his gaze traveling well past Ernest and into a darkened corner of the

shadows, his owlish eyes watching the three of us. I swallowed, exhaling as Aaron removed

But why?

over the top of Ernest’s head at the figure lurking in the

leading to the castle. Lance will meet them there. I’d definitely feel better if you went with her,