Sould As The Alpha King's Breeder

Chapter 113: Like Nothing Happened

Maeve

“Can I have a bite of that?” I asked, motioning toward the turkey leg wrapped in greasy brown paper that Troy was holding up to his mouth as he prepared to take a bite. He arched his brow, then sighed, handing me the leg and shaking his head at me as I took the largest bite possible.

“I could have bought you your own-“.

“I didn’t want one until you had one,” I grinned, enjoying my bite.

Troy wrapped his arm around my shoulders as we continued to walk through the square in the University Center of Mirage, which was now housing a huge market and festival to celebrate the Winter Solstice.

It felt odd being not only this happy but this carefree. Three days ago, I had been standing outside the remains of the cave system, in a white, soiled dress, thinking my family had just been crushed to death.

Now I was walking around Mirage beneath webs of paper lanterns, my mate’s arm around my shoulders and his turkey leg, which was now mine, in my hand.

I could see Gemma in the distance, standing in line to buy a mug of mulled wine. Ernest was behind her, George fast

asleep in a carrier strapped to his chest.

“Where are the boys?” I asked, a moment of panic washing over me as the crowd seemed to swell. I knew they were with our family, but I didn’t see them now.

ILL

“With your parents,” Troy said as he pointed off in the distance. Mom was pretty easy to spot with her white hair. She was pushing a double stroller, and Dad was walking beside her, carrying Oliver in his arms. “They’re fine, see? I’m sure your parents will find us when the kids start getting hungry. Speaking of which, since you stole my dinner, I’m

going to have to get something else-”

He turned me toward a long row of booths selling all kinds of treats. I continued to munch on the turkey leg as Troy tried to decide between a basket of fried chicken or a burger. I was hoping for the fried chicken.

“Are there festivals like this in the Isles?” I asked as we waited in line.

Troy shrugged, crunching the empty paper cup of cider and tossing it into a trashcan. “I doubt it. There weren’t before, not under Damian’s rule.”

“Keaton told me once that you used to distract old women from their purses so the rest of the boys could steal,”

“Ah, of course he did,” Troy smiled, shaking his head.

The conversation was momentarily interrupted as Troy stepped forward to order his food, glancing at me before telling the man behind the booth what he wanted. I pointed to the picture of fried chicken, and Troy rolled his eyes, leaning forward to drop a handful of coins into the man’s hand.

| stepped to the side, turning to look over the crowd once again in search of my parents, but they were now lost in the swell of festival goers.

“Anyway,” Troy continued as he turned back to me with a bucket of fried chicken in his hands, “Avondale used to have several hotels along one of their beaches, in a neighborhood that used to house the castle of the Alpha, as well as a handful of mansions built for high ranking pack members from way back in the day-”

“You’re just going to eat it plain? No honey, nor hot sauce?” || interrupted as Troy began to walk away from the booth, passing the table of condiments.

He gave me a dirty look then turned back to the table, doctoring up what would no doubt be my second, or maybe third, dinner.

We fell in step with each other as we continued on through the market, passing a piece of chicken back and forth. I was pleasantly full, and pleased, when Troy ushered us into a sprawling beer garden in the center of the market. I sat on the grass while he bought another round of cider.

the oddest sensation of déjà vu as I watched him order the drinks. It felt like just yesterday he had bought me a lemonade during the Spring Festival when I was dying of heat stroke

Aaron. My mouth twitched

minute, every second of the past ten or eleven months-because

red jacket, that bastard cut in front of me in line,” he said as he sat down next to

he know he just cut in front of the Alpha of

“Maeve?”

“Yeah?”

going to be rough, okay? And not like… not the obvious, that it’s highly likely our titles aren’t going to be met with total acceptance. The Isles are a rough place. They’ve decayed significantly since the war your parents were involved in. I don’t remember it any other way, but I worry… I know you can handle it. I just don’t want

my hopes up

of his cider. I could smell that his was laced with bourbon, probably from the flask Dad had tucked into Troy’s pocket before we left the castle. “The castle of Poldesse

I don’t care

up a little. “Not that… I know you didn’t grow up in a castle back in Winter Forest, that

about me not

you coming with me right away. I think you should stay here or in Winter Forest for a

won’t do that. The boys and I are

matter. He sighed, looking

how safe it’s going

isn’t it? To take care

be a lot more than

head toward the corner of the beer garden, where Caroline, my sixteen-year-old cousin, was sitting in

going to be in so

stifling a laugh.

in the air, the alcohol, or the fact that she was snuggled

Paul in hours,” Troy

was supposed to be watching Sarah

my younger

out by herself.

Troy,” I laughed. “You were a pirate at thirteen. Sarah, well, Kat is likely out there bossing poor Sarah around as we speak. Sarah’s shy, you know. I don’t think I saw her

Caroline, not wanting her

risk ruining her

see us, Maeve,” Troy murmured, draining his

reaching for another piece of fried

beautiful; you have to know that. Everyone looks at you when you walk

through my lashes. He leaned down and kissed

warmth spread through my belly and

dark alley

up

start moving again, this time in search of my parents and our children. I was bursting with milk after eating my weight in food, and three or four cups of

father. Eugene was holding several large stuffed animals in his arms, his cheeks reddened from the cold, which made him look even more jolly than he usually

this one, it’s the

down

except for maybe Keaton; and so far, he had been unsuccessful. It didn’t stop him from trying,

had Oliver tucked in his jacket as

continuing their conversation, which was centered around an event taking place