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.

me. After several minutes, Hanna leaned into me, whispering softly

to talk,” she whispered. All I

Yes, yes we did.

humid, and 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 had retired from breakfast with his heart

meet up

place a shaky fist on a monstera leaf, often startled by the

center of the atrium, 1 placed Oli in her hands, watching as she instinctively gathered him to her

her eyes downcast to the sleeping baby in her arms. I

get you

smile touching the corner

“No, it’s early still.”

that you are? Is this

Tasia said?”

was right. I’ve met her, our daughter. I have every reason to believe that what the old woman from Lycenna, my great aunt, 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,

She had finally reached the temple she had been dreaming about for years, standing on the shore just outside of its entrance. It was not the temple

Rowan, but he

have it

an uneasy feeling wrapping

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

stomach as I fought against the feelings of dread bubbling through my system. “Have you told anyone

“No, I haven’t.”

seeing her face expressionless, blank, as though

straight white hair. Silver eyes flaked with the same color blue Rowan and I shared and lined with white lashes. When I asked her if she thought the

and you mentioned the boys were nearing twenty-one. I truly believe Rosalie will grow into old age, and

swallowed against the absurdity of it but couldn’t

she know

cavern with Tasia, before I brought the whole place down on 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

she was to

these visions. I hope she does not. I want her to grow up, be a child,

brought the cavern down, I knew there was a chance would die. But she hadn’t been born yet, so I thought I couldn’ t die then, and then there was that shred of hope I held, that

saved us all. We were free of the turmoil of the

“We’ll love her, Hanna-”

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

do?”

it. She rocked Oli gently, his weight

I asked, deciding for Hanna’s comfort I should steer the conversation away from her theoretical

sighing deeply.

of these children will inherit empires, Hanna. I can’t… I don’ t want any more children. If things had been

birth, maybe I’d consider it. But

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

loved, and wanted. Who knows what her future will hold. But just know that we will love her, and

me, tears glimmering

care of her-when I’m