Sould As The Alpha King's Breeder

Chapter 29: Nameless But Not Blameless

Maeve

“Aaron?” I said into the dark as my door opened and closed, a shadowed figure moving through the room toward my bed. I sat up, pulling the sheets over my bare chest.

I blinked rapidly to adjust my eyes to the darkness. A drawer squeaked as it was roughly opened, the sound of fabric falling to the ground overwhelmed by murmured curses.

“I thought you weren’t coming back until tomorrow.” I said, scooting to the side of the bed and slipping my legs out of the sheets. “What are you doing?”

“Get dressed, Maeve. We have to go.”

“Go where?” I laughed, standing and reaching over to my bedside table to turn on the lamp. Yellow light filled the room, washing over his face. “Aaron, what’s wrong?”

“Turn off the lamp, right now!” he exclaimed, panic flashing in his eyes.

He was filthy, and his clothes were damp and smelled sharply of rainwater and dust. He had dark circles beneath his eyes, and he looked exceedingly wary. I stepped forward, narrowing my eyes as I closed in on him, ignoring his demand.

He had blood on his shirt. Lots of it.

“Aaron?”

“That’s not my name, Maeve.”

I froze, any warmth I felt by his presence evaporating into thin air and leaving me feeling suddenly exposed. I crossed my arms over my breasts, not taking my eyes off of his. “What kind of game is this? Why are you covered in blood?”

“My name is Troy.” He took a step forward, his eyes boring into mine. I opened my mouth to speak, but the only sound that escaped was a choked laugh.

“Okay, Troy.” I said sarcastically. But he looked at me, coldly, his eyes vibrant gems in the lamplight.

“Turn off the lamp, Maeve. I’m serious.”

“Not until you tell me why you’re covered in blood.” i felt the sudden urge to step away from him. Troy? Who the hell was Troy? All the suspicions I had had about him came rushing forward as I looked over his face, the face I hadn’t recognized. The eyes that seemed so new, so incredibly unique. And his chest, scarless, when I knew it shouldn’t be. “You’re not Aaron, are you?”

“I’m not. I never have been. Aaron is on an island somewhere. He’s safe. He’ll be returned to his family.”

“I don’t understand,” I said, an edge to my voice. “Why are you here?”

“A mission,” he said as he took another step, his hands outstretched in a show of surrender. “I didn’t come here to be your breeder. I never meant to even touch you. I was here to free Romero from the tower.”

“Who?” I took a step away from him.

that was me. Troy. Not Aaron. !

everything that has happened between us, everything meant everything I’ve ever said

strange feeling beginning to well in the

echoing in my ears. I felt bile rising in my

that to me. Don’t you dare say that to me. You lied to me,

right all along, Maeve. I know you had your own suspicions. I don’t have the scar, do 1? That’s because I never fell out of a tree

in his web of deceit. Everything he had said to me, everything he had

“Leave my room, now!”

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29: Nameless But Not

met you in the market? Because I wanted you. I sought you out of the crowd. You pulled me in. I didn’t know

us in a dark, complete silence. His face changed, panic and confusion lining his face as he tensed, looking slowly towards the door. I felt his fear. The downy hairs on my arms stood on end as the sounds of

heard the shared door open and a similar scraping sound coming from his room. He came back into

“What are you doing?”

we don’t have much time.” He was ripping the sheet into strips, cursing under his breath as he wound

for help-” Voices

gripping my upper arms so tightly I could feel his

chest. He grabbed the back of my head, twisting his fingers into my hair and pulling me into a kiss

lips lightly brushing against mine as another scream echoed from somewhere on the

pushing me away and

“Put it on, now!”

muffled snarling and yelping. I was frozen in place as the sounds of chaos and destruction began to reverberate through the castle, snapping back to reality as Troy pulled the dress over the top of my head, catching a

my back was against his chest. He backed us away from the door as

have to go. We’re going to climb

was pounding on the door, her fearful

chest, which caused him to loosen his grasp enough for me to be free of him and run toward the

eyes were on the door as

cried, hot tears rolling down my eyes. “Troy, help

the only sound from her was a few choked

“I am.”

get

promise. I promise you,

I turned to him, fire blazing in my eyes.

“You

softly now, her sobs muffled by the door separating us. I began to pull the drawers out of the dresser, my hands clawing the wood as I pulled and pushed and screamed

have to get out. The tunnels, they came through

“I’ll get her out.”

her. They’re—they’re killing everyone-“Gemma’s voice was drowned out by a crashing sound, followed by shattering glass and the menacing yelps of wolves coming up the