Sould As The Alpha King's Breeder

Rosalie

“Well, I wanted to name him Talon, of course. I was desperately in love with Talon back then, you know,” Georgia said with a little laugh, giving Talon a teasing glance.

“I told you what would happen if you did,” Talon cut in, bringing his glass of whiskey to his lips and smiling knowingly at his wife.

“I hate to admit that Talon was right,” she laughed, tossing her hair over her shoulder. “But he was right. Every time I said Talon, they both looked right at me. It was rather confusing for both of them, honestly. We even tried calling him TJ for a while, for Talon Junior, but he refused to acknowledge that, even though he was just a toddler.”

Ernest rolled his eyes, his arm draped over the back of Gemma’s chair as Georgia continued.

“Well, Talon had given our son the middle name of Ernest, a beloved dead uncle on his side of the family,” she paused, looking over at Talon to confirm this was correct. He shrugged, nodding. “Anyway, I started calling him Ernie, just thinking it was the cutest name I had ever heard, and it stuck.”

“And now we call him Ernest,” Talon finished, smiling softly at his son. Ernest pinkened at his father’s loving gaze, and turned his head to Gemma.

“I will let you choose the name,” he smiled down at her, his hand resting on her stomach, “As long as it’s not Ernest.”

“Oh, please,” Georgia laughed, waving her hand to dismiss his comment. “Ernest is a fine name. We could have named you Bartholomew-”

“Or Cornelius,” Ethan said with a wry smile.

“Or Richard,” Rowan said, leaning into the conversation.

“What’s wrong with the name Richard?” Kacidra cut in from the other end of the table.

“Well, it might have actually been a fine choice for you, Ernest. The nickname for it is Dick,” Rowan grunted as Ernest, who was seated directly across from him, kicked him in the shin.

“Nothing has changed,” Georgia murmured as she took a sip of her wine, giving me a sideways glance. I smiled, shaking my head as conversation erupted around me, the dining room feeling small, but warm, as we sat shoulder to shoulder around the modest-sized dining room table.

“Are Vicky and Paul coming?” Rowan asked, looking expectantly at Ethan. Ethan shrugged, but Talon shook his head, leaning forward to accept a bowl of green beans from Hanna.

“Vicky wants to be here, but Paul doesn’t want to risk it,” Talon said.

“I think that’s wise,” Ethan said soberly, giving me a look as ! settled back against my chair.

They were right; we didn’t know what was going to happen here in the North. Vicky and Paul had settled in Finaldi, starting a family of their own. They had three daughters, none of them yet sixteen. I didn’t blame them for not wanting to bring their children to what could soon be considered a war zone if Damian made any further moves. We were, essentially, waiting for

war.

“What did they name their daughters again? I can never remember.” Gemma was picking at her plate, slightly green around the gills.

I pursed my lips as I watched her struggle for a moment, looking as though she was going to throw up before she was able to regain her composure. Gemma had been sick her entire pregnancy so far with little to no relief.

“Well, there’s Caroline, the eldest. And then Katerina is the middle… or is she the youngest?” Georgia looked over at me for help.

I corrected.

last we saw them they were talking about trying for a boy, if you can believe it,” Georgia said as she brought

again? Isn’t that how Katerina came about? She’s worse

replied, nodding in

said softly, gingerly sipping from a glass of water, “How did you

ask Ethan that. He was the one who named her,”

at Ethan, who blanched at

said simply, expecting that to be a good enough answer.

I said to Gemma, turning my head to glare teasingly

it? You know, I always wondered about her name. She’s the only Maeve I’ve

Ernest thinking of, Gemma?” | asked, my chest tightening painfully at the thought of Maeve. I couldn’t bear it. I needed to change the

I haven’t

a reassuring smile, his eyes seeming to tell her she was

Eliza, or maybe Jennifer for a

has a nice ring to it,”

nudged him with

had a dream a few weeks ago,” Gemma began. “I don’t really remember the dream,

once and bolting for the door. Rowan and Kacidra both began to rise, but I motioned for them to sit, rising from my seat and grabbing my plate as

Ethan’s rapid stride behind me as I walked briskly down the hallway toward the den. I nearly tossed my plate on the counter as I hurried through the kitchen, the

the backdoor and was moving quickly through

Ethan growled, but I darted out of his grasp, jumping down

woods. She stopped short of the gate, however, and

me but stilled as Ethan came to my side. She cowered, looking down at her

on long enough,” Ethan said sharply, his tone biting enough to make me wince. “Whatever you’re seeing, whatever visions

is wrong,” she said, her

to explain it to us, Hanna. We don’t understand.” I kept my voice as

of her spells. “What do you see? We know

she said firmly, shaking her

did you leave the table so abruptly?”

crazy,” she said,

slightly taken aback by this, seeing for the first time the real, deep-rooted frustration that plagued her. She didn’t want these powers. She had no way to control them. She likely didn’t know how

Queens over a decade ago and planted white roses over her grave. She had been a Seer. She would have known what

get stuck;

patiently, but I saw his face change at the mention of another world

or manipulate them like my mother could. But this dream was different. Someone else was there with

Dream Dancer?” I asked, hoping she would

time that I realized I wasn’t completely alone. Maeve was in deep, deep water. She was dying. She wasn’t supposed to be there. I got her to the surface of the water

said, but

had done for Maeve had allowed me to close in on it. But it was loud and chaotic. Before… I thought