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.

him as we walked down the long gravel road leading to

veered off the road, taking our well beaten trail through the trees. “That we cannot go back to Mirage to

stopped walking, shocked. I

you say that to

US

supposed to lie to them?” He was staring me down, his eyes shining with unspoken

is their son, our

already went, Rosalie. I

got our son to safety

off, looking through the sparse

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

.

head, tucking his hands into his pockets. “Talon will go to Valoria. I

h

wouldn’t go to the ends of the Earth

with us, is she? I didn’t bring her home. I didn’t-” He turned away as his eyes filled with tears, refusing to let

“That is not true.”

to be another war, Rosalie. A war where our

always

is gone, Goddess knows

“She’s alive, Ethan.”

narrowing. “You can’t know that

him.

But suddenly his face changed, a look

come home, Ethan.” I left out the more concerning aspects of what Hanna had told me about

into life. Ethan looked down at me skeptically, then took my hand,

unrecognizable vessel. We peered at it, Ethan narrowing his eyes as the boat neared the breakwater, turning toward the

asked, shielding my eyes from the sun with my hand to

was watching the warriors rush out onto the dock, waving their hands as the boat turned too sharply and struck the edge of the

is driving

‘We‘d better go down-”

rigid as a figure appeared on the

as though he

Ethan behind me, catching up to me and passing me in an instant. But he didn’t turn to the village; he had turned back to

I was panting, my hair falling loose from my braid as Ethan motioned for them to come, to follow. Georgia

and escorting her

Ethan as they ran down the road toward the village. Georgia was walking, barely moving as she shuffled her feet behind me. I didn’t say a