Sould As The Alpha King's Breeder

Chapter 89 : Babies on a Plane

Maeve

I kept my mind blank for the rest of the evening. I couldn’t form a rational thought if I tried. Hanna had told me what she’d seen but was adamant she wasn’t sure what it meant. The fact that she was unsure was the only shred of hope I had left.

I was laying in bed in my room, my eyes fixated on the far wall. Troy was packing, stuffing clothes into a suitcase as he rifled through my dresser, grabbing whatever he could get his hands on.

We hadn’t spoken since I’d left the house with Rowan. Troy had been down at the dock for most of the evening with Dad, de ciding whether or not the plane could taxi safely out of the inlet. They decided we’d be leaving on the next tide, which was now only an hour away.

I didn’t tell him what Hanna saw. That she had seen us, twen ty years from now. At least, I thought, we would still have each other.

Troy was leaning on the suitcase, using his weight to close it enough to zip it up. I couldn’t help but smile as I watched him. He was frantic, his hair ruffled and his shirt wrinkled as he pushed against the suitcase, cursing under his breath.

“What do you think Keaton and Myla are up to right now?” | asked.

He stood to his full height, running his fingers through his hair and then over his face, which he had kept clean-shaven despite the busyness of the past several days.

“Hopefully they got to Robbie. I plan on checking with the Port Master while we’re in Mirage. Maybe I can find out if they’ve been in Valoria recently. That would tell us… tell us everything went okay when they reached Dianny.”

“But what do you think they’re doing right now, right this minute?” | asked again, not wanting to think about what Damian had told me about what Tasia had done in Dianny.

Troy sat on the edge of the bed, leaning over me. He kissed me softly, brushing his lips against mine. “Well, it’ll be very late, wherever they are. Hopefully, they’re sleeping.”

“Sleep sounds nice,” I whispered, stifling a yawn.

“You can sleep on the plane,” he kissed me again, this time it was deeper. I melted against him, wanting nothing more than to have him wrap his arms around me while I drifted into sleep.

“I love you, Maeve. Everything is going to be okay. I know you’re hurting. I am too. We‘re going to make it through this. All of us,” he said as he placed his hand over the swell of my belly. “I promise.”

“Don’t promise me,” I sniffled, the tears threatening to spill again. “I… I don’t even want to think about what’s going to happen next. I just want to keep him for a little longer. He’s safe with me. He’s-he’s still there.”

“I know,” Troy’s voice broke with emotion as he pressed his forehead against mine. “I’m so sorry, Maeve.”

“You knew something was wrong, didn’t you? Before the ul trasound, you were acting so strange.”

“I had a feeling. I could just feel something wasn’t right. I feel those things in you, you know. I can feel when you’re hurting. I

when you smile, too. That’s what mates are, an extension of the other person. A shared

with you, I’m sorry I can’t.” || began to cry again, for the zillionth time

wrapped me in his arms and held me against his chest. “You’re stronger than you give yourself credit for. We’re going to get through this. I promise

***

the plane. Troy was picking at his jeans,

before, have you?” Mom said to Troy, who turned his head to look at her. She was wrapped in a thick blanket and sitting in one of the seats across the aisle, dark circles under her eyes and her skin pale in the dim

looking a little

a great pilot. We’ll be just fine,” she

to close the door, and

do was this. The plane had already been running for a while, and the cabin was cozy and filled with vibrations. Sleep was already taking over, but i’d promised Troy I would

tell he was nervous, and I knew he had been

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of questions about how exactly this hunk of metal was able to zoom through the air. Mom said Dad told him it was because of magic just

he knew it was my favorite based on how worn the cover was. I pulled it out of the bag he’d packed for me, which was full of random snacks and a pair of socks,

took his hand in mine, squeezing. “Steven won’t let us crash,

but he squeezed my hand

air, lingering on the edge of deep sleep for the majority of the flight.

me from my nap. I rubbed my eyes, turning toward the darkened window and finding

Troy seated further lip the cabin, talking in hushed voices. I stood, waddling over to them and took a

said you never played chess with other people,” | griped

brow in response, then looked down to ponder Troy’s latest move. “I said I’d never play chess with YOU people, as in you

chess is boring.” | cracked out my book, pretending to be invested in the first page,

of his pieces on the collapsible board after a long moment of contemplation, giving Troy a careful eye. Troy didn’t hesitate, however, taking out two of Dad’s pieces in a mat ter of seconds. Dad was shocked, and straightened

have done that,” Dad said in a hoarse, somewhat

of the book. “How much longer until we’re in Mirage?” | asked, finding it harder and harder to find a comfortable position in the cramped airplane

I shifted my weight. I won dered if he could feel the pain in my hips and back that seemed to

Troy swiftly took out his queen, ending the game. “Damn. Who taught you how to play like

man I knew in the Isles,” Troy said, leaning back and look ing pleased

at him, then turned to me, his gaze raking over

bit out.

in the bag. I’ll go get them -” Troy stood, but I waved my hand in dismissal, clutching his arm

want to walk for a minute. I’ll just pace’up and down the aisle

beginning my jaunt up and down the narrow

the next thirty minutes. Walking eased the pain in my back, but every once in a while, I had to stop to lean against