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

it when you smile, too. That’s what mates are, an extension of

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

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.

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his jeans, looking through the window at the dock where Rowan and Ernest were standing, waiting

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

shook his head, looking a little

a great pilot. We’ll be just fine,”

He stopped, turn ing to close the door, and waved at Ernest and Rowan while snapping the door shut and locking it in

while, and the cabin was cozy and filled

could tell he was nervous, and

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this hunk of metal was able to zoom through the air. Mom said Dad told him it was because of magic just to stop Troy from continuing to ask him questions about the physics involved, but I

if he knew it was my favorite based on how worn the cover was. I pulled it out of

just as the plane began to move toward the breakwater, I took his hand

grunted in response, but he

air, lingering on the edge of deep sleep for the

voice over the intercom woke me from my nap. I rubbed my eyes, turning toward the darkened window and

the cabin, talking in hushed voices. I stood, waddling over to them and took a seat next to Troy. They were

with other people,” | griped

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

book, pretending to be invested in the first page, which I had already

moved one 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 his

well… now I see how you could have done

dramatically flipping a page of the book. “How much longer until we’re in Mirage?” | asked, finding it harder and

and back that seemed to radiate up

and Troy swiftly took out his queen, ending the game. “Damn. Who taught

said, leaning back and look ing pleased with himself. “I’m

at him, then turned to me, his gaze raking over my face. “How you feeling,

I bit out.

Troy stood, but I waved my hand in dismissal, clutching his arm in sup

minute. I’ll just pace’up and down the aisle for

me a weary eye, but I turned away, beginning my jaunt

in a while, I had to stop to lean against the back of one of the