Sould As The Alpha King's Breeder

Chapter 112: The Next Adventure

Maeve

It was 7:00 in the morning, and the pale sunlight coming through the windows of the informal dining room off the kitchen was doing nothing to help illuminate the room.

Thad woken to Troy readying the boys for the day. He was trying not to wake me, but my sleep had been so shallow I had only been lingering on the edge of true sleep for several hours at that point. He was taking the boys to Ingra so I could rest, for which I was thankful, but the hour between 6:00 and 7:00 proved to be restless and lonely.

I wasn’t the only one who hadn’t been able to sleep. Gemma was seated across from me at the round table, stirring sugar into her coffee. Ernest was using his finger to swipe a taste of oatmeal against George’s tongue, and to his left sat Rowan, and then Troy, who was talking in a low whisper over the sound of coffee being sipped and silverware scraping against bowls of oatmeal with honey and cream.

Hanna was seated next to me, close enough that her shoulder brushed against mine as she reached for what would be her third bowl of oatmeal. She had color in her cheeks, and her hair was pulled away from her face in a tight ponytail. She looked rested, compared to the rest of us.

It was obvious no one wanted to talk about what had happened. But a stale silence lingered over the table. I slouched, looking down into my untouched breakfast, and

wondered what the hell was going to happen next.

“If… theoretically, that is, you could shift into anything… not just a wolf,” Gemma began, her voice breaking through the blanket of awkward silence, “what would you be?”

“Like an animal, or… object?” Ernest replied, momentarily taking his full attention from George, a spoon covered in oatmeal just inches from the baby’s face. George grabbed the spoon with his chubby fists and brought it to his mouth, giving me a huge, oatmeal-covered grin as I met his eye. I couldn’t help but smile at how pleased he was with himself.

“An object?” Rowan eyed Ernest with suspicion, “Like what? A toaster?”

“You could make everyone a nice snack after battle-” Ernest quipped, which elicited a hearty laugh from Troy.

“Well, I think I’d be an eagle or an owl, for example. I’ve always liked owls,” Gemma said curtly, annoyed that the men were ruining her game.

“I’d still be a wolf,” Rowan interjected, looking slightly peeved.

“Well, that’s no fun, Rowan. You wouldn’t want to be something like a bear or a mountain lion?” Gemma brought her coffee to her lips, arching her brow at him.

“Who would win in a fight? That is the question. A wolf or a mountain lion?” Ernest was fighting to wipe oatmeal from George’s face.

“Oh, a lion, for sure,” Hanna quipped, but the sound of her voice sent a hush over the table. None of us had heard her

speak since what happened in the caves.

An awkward few seconds passed, and I felt heat prickling against my cheeks. Why could no one talk about what happened? Even the “family meeting” led by Dad the night before had been silent, awkward. Everyone was too tired or too stunned to add anything to the conversation.

“I’d be a beaver,” Troy said, pouring himself another cup of coffee. Rowan looked shocked. 1

“A beaver? Why on earth-”

“Because I’ve had too dam… much of this conversation this morning.”

Everyone looked at him. Troy’s eyes were shining with mirth as he waited for the group to catch on to his silly joke. Ernest sputtered with laughter, and Gemma rolled her eyes. It took Rowan a moment too long to realize Troy’s ridiculous play on words, and the group immediately turned on him, saying he was the toaster of the group now.

| settled back against my chair, holding my mug of coffee in my hands as I watched the conversation take on a new air of ease. I caught Troy’s eye and smiled softly at him, hoping he caught the silent look of gratitude in my eyes.

minutes, Hanna leaned into

to talk,” she whispered.

Yes, yes we did.

misty like usual. I was carrying Oliver in a wide circle, holding him against my shoulder. The other boys were sleeping upstairs with Troy, who

up

shaky fist on a monstera leaf, often startled by the warm and

doubt gathering her thoughts. When we finally met in the center of the atrium, 1 placed Oli in her hands, watching as she instinctively gathered him to her chest. He cooed, snuggling close against

I could be pregnant,” Hanna whispered, her eyes downcast to the sleeping baby in her arms. I swallowed, nodding as I took a seat in one of

get you

a whisper of a smile touching the corner of her mouth

“No, it’s early still.”

makes you think that you are? Is

Tasia said?”

said is true… about the prophecy, about what this child will become. I just don’t know what that will look like, exactly. I’m scared, Maeve. She… when I saw her in my dream, when I was in the crystal cavern with Tasia, she was

dreaming about for years, standing on the shore just outside of its entrance. It was not the temple of the

Rowan, but

said, holding up her hand to show me the band of jade on her ring finger, “on his pinky. I didn’t have it yet,

he wearing it?” | asked, an uneasy feeling wrapping itself around my

But when I saw them… when I saw our daughter inside the temple, she was crying. It was a funeral. Oliver was there, but I didn’t know it at the time. He hadn’t been born yet in reality. But his eyes… and his hair… oh

to my stomach as I

“No, I haven’t.”

looked over at her, seeing her face expressionless, blank, as though she had already accepted

flaked with the same color blue Rowan and I shared and lined with white lashes.

believe Rosalie will grow into old age, and you as well. This girl, my

against the absurdity of it but couldn’t shake the nagging feeling that Hanna

she know who

her …. I dream danced, hoping I’d see the girl again. She was there, and she was very upset. She told me I had to fight, and I comforted her. I knew

was to

want her to grow up, be a child, play, and run, and laugh and not be burdened by the

so I thought I couldn’ t

well, my stomach in knots. Hanna had saved us all. We were free of the turmoil of the last year, but not

“We’ll love her, Hanna-”

I know she will be loved. But how am – she’ll be like me, Maeve. And so, so much

do?”

rocked Oli gently, his weight giving her comfort. My heart squeezed to see

comfort I should

sighing deeply. “A

can’t… I don’ t want

I’d consider it. But

the North, as the White Queen, when her time comes. She’ll be the daughter of the King of the East, Hanna. She’ll be a princess. She’ll be the grandchild of Queen Rosalie, and King Ethan, unless my Dad is serious about retiring so

future will hold. But just know that we

at me, tears

care of her-when I’m gone? Both of