Sould As The Alpha King's Breeder

Chapter 81 : The Moonstone Sinks into the Ocean

Maeve

Gemma was sitting at the kitchen island, pouring a hefty amount of cream into her coffee. She stirred in two spoonfuls of sugar before setting the spoon down and lifting the mug to her lips.

I was standing near the sink, the carafe of coffee in my hand as I prepared to pour myself a mug. It had been a long night with little sleep. Dad had finally gotten me into my bed, tucking me in without even giving me an opportunity to take my boots and coat off, acting like if he didn’t get me into bed and tuck me in like he used to when I was girl, I would disappear right before his eyes, like a dream.

I hadn’t even had a chance to talk to Mom. He had made her go back to bed before I even reached the top of the stairs.

Mom was always the first one awake in the mornings. I thought I’d

see her in the kitchen, making coffee. Instead, I made it myself, alone, until Gemma came in from where she had slept on the couch in the den.

“Is everyone staying in the house? The whole family?” I asked her as I poured a small cup of coffee. Cleo had been wary of the fact still preferred coffee over tea, saying something about the effects of caffeine during pregnancy, but I hadn’t listened.

Coffee in the morning was my ritual. I wasn’t the same without it. I did try to make it a bit weaker than I had before my pregnancy.

“Oh, not. Not usually. Talon and Ernest are in Mirage, so Georgia

wanted me to stay here instead of at home, so I wouldn’t be taking care of George all alone. Vicky’s girls wanted to put on a talent show for us last night, and it got late, so they stayed over. I don’t think they like staying in the castle, it’s more fun over here.”

“I’ve missed a lot, haven’t 1?” I couldn’t hide the hurt in my voice as I sat down on the stool across from her, reaching for the bottle of cream. She slid the sugar bowl toward me, smiling somberly.

“You missed a lot of drama, that’s for sure. But you’re here now; that’s all that matters.”

“Do you know where Troy is?” I hadn’t spoken to him since we left the ship, and Dad had shut me in my room, where Troy hadn’t joined me. Gemma pursed her lips, sighing deeply.

“Rowan made him sleep in the garage.”

“What? Why?”

“Because your dad wouldn’t let Rowan lock him out of the house entirely. I saw the three of them leaving the house early this morning when Georgia came into get George so I could sleep a

little longer.”

Gemma didn’t seem concerned, but I was reeling. She noticed this and shook her head, sipping from her coffee. “They’re not going to kill him, Maeve.”

“Are you sure? Rowan and Troy beat each other up pretty good last night.”

“Well, based on what Rowan’s face looked like this morning, I would say Troy was the winner, huh?” Her eyes twinkled with mirth

as she set her mug down, turning it in a circle.

I heard footsteps in the foyer, and Georgia appeared, carrying George against her shoulder. He was roughly two months old and very active, squirming and chomping down on her shoulder.

“He’s trying to eat me,” she laughed, handing him to Gemma and running her finger along his cheek and tickling him under the two sets of rolls beneath his chin.

He grinned, his dark blue eyes creasing up at his grandmother. “And I said I have nothing for him. That time for me has passed!” Georgia said in a goofy voice that George seemed to love. He cooed and squealed, then promptly turned his head toward Gemma’s chest, rooting with vigor.

“Oh, he’d try. Trust me. Ernest had to start sleeping with a shirt on because George got him once when he was sleeping between us. I think it scared Ernest to death, he wasn’t expecting it.”

head as she passed by, heading toward the den. She stopped to squeeze my shoulder and kiss me on the cheek, unusual behavior on Georgia’s part who I had always considered the crazy aunt who had

Gemma was fumbling with the buttons of her flannel shirt, making shushing sounds to George as he

now. It’s been hard for her since… well, Ethan told me I couldn’t

“Why not?”

about with your mom. He said it… wasn’t my business. He’s been a real crab

happened, didn’t

looked into my eyes, sighing. “Do you remember my necklace? The one my mother left me. You saw it once in

ran up my spine,

“Well, it has powers,”

and twisted his face into

“Maeve! What’s the matter?”

sliding to a stop in front of the front door. I pulled one of Rowan’s coats on and slipped my feet into a pair of my dad’s rubber boots that

slip, but started running again once I hit the driveway, one arm cradling my huge stomach as I ran through the gate and down

***

the port, covered in snow. Duck was running through the snow on the dock, playfully barking as he pounced, sticking his long snout into the snowdrifts sneezing, thoroughly enjoying himself. “Duck!” I called to him, breathing heavy as I skidded to a stop

the upper deck of the cruiser, crossing

looked down at me. “What the hell are you

my breath. I was very much looking forward to not carrying around an

with relief, leaning forward

wrong?” he asked, his voice brimming

It was more like the flakes were suspended in the air, and I was suddenly dizzy, unable to differentiate the sky from

crunch, and both Troy and Dad ran from the deck and were at

the castle, and he pushed me away. My hand grazed her chest, I felt the necklace on my hand. It-it stung me. I

was flat on my back, Dad and Troy leaning over me with their faces darkened with

house-” they

in frustration, stuck on my back like

in the safe on

started to rock back and forth, trying to get over onto my side, but Dad stopped me, grabbing me by the armpits

brushing snow from my coat. “Go back up to

“You don’t understand!”

you wearing my coat?” Rowan was walking up to us, glaring at

Rowan dramatically put his hand over his heart, pretending he was going to faint in

a chance

“Shut-”

Dad grabbed me roughly by the arm and began walking me across

got it-” Troy was walking briskly forward, holding the moonstone up in the air. I turned, making Dad come to an abrupt stop. Duck was

off down the dock toward Troy, but slipped,

arm, and the two of them fell off the dock into

Goddess’s sake,” Dad hissed as he let

Troy and Rowan had come back to the surface of the water, gasping in shock from the

is wrong with you kids-” Dad grabbed Rowan by the collar of his jacket and lifted him onto the dock while Troy gripped

dropped-” he sucked in his breath and disappeared below the surface

the massive splash of water that washed over the deck as Rowan jumped in after Troy, the spray coating Dad in icy, gray liquid. He threw his hands up in surrender and walked toward me, shaking the water off of his

to help them?” I said

pointing up to the house.