Sould As The Alpha King's Breeder

97: A Family Matter

“And they really didn’t talk about Tasia at all?” Myla moved about the room, glancing at her reflection in the mirror as she examined her hair. It had been styled in long, thin braids that touched her waist and had been woven with strips. of turquoise silk. They had been fashioned in an intricate updo, and the bun of braids on the top of her head had been decorated with tiny jewels shaped like seashells. She looked absolutely exquisite, and I was very much looking forward to whatever dress she was wearing tonight.

I had forced Mom and Dad to include Myla, Cleo, and Ali son, who I was just getting to know, in our dress order for the gala being held at the castle to celebrate not only Rowan’s coronation but mine and Troy’s. It was a huge ask, but I had gotten my way, and now all of the women in my circle would be decked out in brand-new gowns and shoes for the event.

Keaton, however, had refused to let Ethan pay for Myla’s gown. He had purchased something for her himself, and its design was a secret. Keaton had agreed to come to the gala, mostly at Myla’s urging.

“Not a single word was spoken about it, according to Rowan and Troy,” Gemma said as a maid unwound her hair from several huge hot rollers.

I was only slightly worried about talking about Tasia in front of the maids, who were known to gossip. But to them, our conversation likely sounded like nothing more than a

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shared annoyance over a random woman, not an evil Dream Dancing sorceress who had just killed her entire pack.

“How odd,” I murmured, catching my own reflection in the mirror. I wasn’t totally happy with what I saw. I felt puffy, and no amount of concealer was going to cover the dark circles beneath my eyes.

“I’m sure the Alphas of the east are aware; how could they not be?” Myla peered down at her fresh manicure with inter

est.

“Dad is likely being picky with who he tells. I’m sure he still believes this is a family matter. Plus, Tasia hasn’t done any thing for weeks, not since what happened to Mom and Hanna in the temple. No one has seen or heard from her.” I rose from the vanity, waiting my turn to have the rollers taken from my hair. I looked at the dresses that were hanging from the canopy of my four-poster bed in clear garment bags.

I touched the bag that held the elaborate garment I was meant to wear. It was a soft baby blue gown with long sleeves made of sheer blue fabric, and the entire dress had tiny, embroidered silver and turquoise stars with pearls in their centers, making them look like little flowers.

It was a beautiful dress, styled in the official colors of the pack of Poldesse-blue, turquoise, and silver.

Tonight, I would be crowned Luna of Poldesse.

And I felt nothing but anxiety about the fact that nearly every Alpha and Beta of the pack lands would be in attendance.

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“What if Tasia strikes tonight, at the gala?” I whispered,

turning away from the dress.

Myla looked at me, her brow furrowed. “Oh, Maeve. Don’t think like that.”

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she’d have no one to rule if she killed all the Alphas.” Gemma was right about

sat down in front of the vanity again, letting the

breasts feeling raw from

Will, Charlie, and Oliver seemed happy to just be getting fed, and Ingra had assured us all that

chest that George seemed to find quite comfortable as he nuzzled against her, closing his eyes. Gem

fret, Maeve. Everything is going to be okay. This is one of the biggest nights of your life, you know. Try

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I said soberly, not sure if I believed

by one, everyone left the room, and I kissed each of my sons goodnight as Ingra took her leave with them. I turned to the garment bag that held the dress, reaching up to unzip it

would be only an hour or so now before the gala

second I saw him, and felt the knot in the pit

shock. Troy looked like a totally

brushed behind his ears. He was clean-shaven, of course, and his skin was still sun-kissed from our time spent on the Persephone. He was wearing a black tuxedo that fit him like a glove, the contrast between

jewels, and at its center was a wax ing gibbous moon. Etched into the crest were some words written in a language I couldn’t read. I peered at it, tilting

Lynus said it hasn’t been worn since… well, since before Romero’s

I realized I had no idea what the

tonight, especially since everyone was expected to be dressed in

he asked, walking over to me to kiss

him, my hands on his chest. “I don’t want to get lipstick on

deeply my knees went weak, and any anxiety I had been feeling was suddenly replaced

reaching down to the vanity to grab a tissue so I could wipe

on you,”

him.

mess up my hair and makeup. “I wish we could just… stay here for

the gala,” I replied,

his head, pulling away to face me. “You’re be coming a Luna tonight. I wouldn’t want to miss that for

first flight of stairs, at first hand in hand, but it became obvious that the sheer weight of my dress and the amount of flowing fabric was going to make the

for support.

at the bottom of the stairs in the foyer, dressed to the nines. Jewelry gleamed in the light of the foyer’s grand crystal chandelier, and everyone turned to look at us as we descended the stairs, their hair fixed, wear ing immaculate

on a fuchsia-colored gown that hugged her curves in a way I hadn’t thought possible. The

I caught Ernest trying his hardest not to stare at his mate’s ass while

color on her, and the amber hues reflected in her eyes, which turned her normally cinnamon colored irises flaked with

ball gown. She looked slightly embarrassed as Paul and Vicky fussed over her, but I was willing to bet the color in her cheeks was more from excitement than