Sould As The Alpha King's Breeder

Rosalie

Georgia gripped the coffee mug in her hands, her dark hair disheveled and falling around her face. I had never seen her like this, so tired. So out of sorts. I didn’t even ask if she wanted more coffee as I refilled her mug, returning the carafe to the coffee maker and reaching into an upper cabinet, pushing aside several boxes of tea and grasping the bottle of whiskey Ethan kept tucked away.

poured a liberal shot of it into her coffee, glancing into her downcast eyes.

I could hear Ethan and Talon talking in Ethan’s office, their voices carrying down the hallway and into the kitchen. Above my head, I imagine kacidra, Hanna, and Rowan speaking about the same manner of things, their heads bent close together as they whispered their grievances in the guest room, the door only slightly ajar.

“There hasn’t been this many people in this house, ever,” I said, breaking the silence.

Georgia glanced up at me, a brief, somber smile twitching into view in the corner of her mouth.

“We never had this; you know… a family home, something cozy, something just for us.” She sipped her coffee, letting it linger in her mouth for a moment before swallowing.

“That’s why Ethan built it,” I replied, sipping my own coffee, now tepid. “He wanted Rowan and Maeve to have something you never had.”

“Doesn’t that seem backward to you?” Georgia said with a little laugh. “That Ethan, Talon, and I all grew up in palaces, princes and princesses? The kind of people you would think would have it all?”

“Fairy tales,” I laughed, shaking my head.

“We thought we had had our happy ending, didn’t we?” Georgia sniffed, turning her mug in a circle.

I reached out, hesitating before placing my hand over hers. What could I possibly say to her?

Theard Ethan’s footsteps in the hallway and looked up as he entered the kitchen. He looked at me, his eyes telling me everything I needed to know.

“Come, Georgia. Let’s go get some rest.” Talon entered the kitchen behind Ethan, his eyes lined with dark circles. He placed his hand on Georgia’s shoulder, gripping it.

Ethan and I watched as Georgia dissolved into a puddle of tears while Talon held her, looking away as his eyes misted with the same watery substance.

Ethan blinked, working his jaw as he stared at them, then turned his gaze back to me.

‘Want to go for a walk with me?’ he asked over the mind-link, his eyes boring into mine.

I nodded, sliding the bottle of whiskey across the kitchen island toward Talon, who nodded his thanks without looking at me.

Then I followed Ethan back through the house, stopping at the foot of the stairs to look up into the second -floor hallway, where the soft voices of the young ones were floating down through the air. Rowan,

Kacidra, and even Hanna. They were home. They were safe.

“What did you say to Talon?” I asked as we walked down the driveway toward the gate.

“I told him the truth,” Ethan said simply, pushing the gate open and holding it for me.

as

beaten trail through the trees. “That we cannot

stopped walking, shocked. I hadn’t expected

say that to them,

US

to lie to them?” He was staring me down, his

is their son, our

went, Rosalie. I

did not fail! You got our son

the sparse trees toward the bluff that hang over the inlet,

behind. I know you would have. You did what you needed to do.” I was growing desperate. Thad decades of practice being able to peer into Ethan’s mind, to read his body language and make an estimated guess at what was going on within the recesses of his brain. But Ethan had regressed, coming home from his journey looking, and acting so much

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will go to Valoria. I could see it behind his eyes.

h

Earth

I didn’t bring her home. I didn’t-” He turned away as his eyes filled with tears, refusing to let me see them fall. I rushed to him,

“That is not true.”

is going to be another war, Rosalie. A war where our

will always

Maeve is gone, Goddess knows where,” he

“She’s alive, Ethan.”

his eyes narrowing. “You can’t

practically shaking him. “I tried

changed, a look of understanding blurring his

in her dreams. Maeve is alive, and she’s well. She’s going to come home, Ethan.” I left out the more concerning aspects of

looked down at me skeptically, then took my hand,

a small ship bobbing in the water in the distance, an unrecognizable vessel. We peered at it, Ethan narrowing his eyes as

shielding my eyes from the sun with my hand to

warriors rush out onto the dock, waving their hands as

hell is driving that

‘We‘d better go down-”

body going rigid as a figure appeared

though he were talking

roots and sliding on the gravel as I reached the road. I could hear Ethan behind me, catching up to me and passing me in an instant. But

bellowed for Georgia and Talon, who appeared on the deck overlooking the driveway in a matter of seconds. I was panting, my hair falling loose from my braid as Ethan motioned for

and escorting her back

shuffled her