Sould As The Alpha King's Breeder

Chapter 121: Who’s That Man?

Rowan

Mom ran her fingers across Selene’s head, admiring her fine white hair. She looked every ounce the doting grandmother instead of a ball of uncertainty, like Maeve. Maeve was pacing back and forth near the fall wall of my bedroom, her arms folded across her chest and her head bent as she tried to organize her shock.

Everyone else had cleared out to give us some privacy. Just Mom, Hanna, Maeve, the baby, and I remained, and Mom had just finished feeding the baby a bottle. Hanna awoke, but she was still groggy from sleeping so much.

“She’s beautiful, Hanna,” Mom said softly, smiling down at the baby in her arms. “What’s the meaning of her name?”

“I-I don’t know. She told me her name, in a dream.”

“We could think of a nickname for her,” I added, chewing on the side of my cheek as I narrowed my eyes on Maeve. Her pacing was heightening my anxiety.

Hanna had described the birth, which had been about as easy and peaceful as it could possibly be. But the midwife had been frantic, and fearful, as a lunar eclipse sent a shadow over the castle and then bathed all of Mirage in an eerie red glow just as Selene was born.

Hanna looked up, meeting Mom’s eyes, and whispered, “She was conceived on a full moon, Rosalie. And then… and then

born on a lunar eclipse. You know… you have to know what this means.”

Mom nodded, resting her hand on Hanna’s leg.

“Your daughter is the Moon Goddess?” Maeve’s words weren’t said like a question. We all already knew the answer.

“Whatever she is,” Mom said, smiling down at the baby with nothing but love behind her eyes, “she is a White Queen. The twenty-first White Queen. And my granddaughter. And that’s enough, for now.”

Hanna took a deep breath and then smiled softly to herself. I

could feel the tension leaving her body, and she closed her eyes. But then, she started to cry.

Maeve was at her side in an instant, taking Hanna’s hands in her own. “Oh, Hanna. It’s going to be okay. We don’t know what this means, for her, for youll for any of us.”

“I’m scared of her, Maeve.” Hanna’s words cut so deeply into my heart I found it hard to breathe. I knew she had been

struggling. I knew she was hurting.

But I hadn’t known that.

“She’s just a baby!” Maeve laughed, reaching out to take Selene from Mom. “Look, see? She looks like you, Hanna. Just lighter. She has your eye shape, and your chin. I think she has Rowan’s nose, though, and that crazy cowlick is definitely from our side of the family-”

her enthusiasm breaking up the

Maybe she’ll want to be a baker and make cookies for a living. That prophecy… it’s over. It doesn’t matter. What matters is

the family so far. Troy and I are

Rowan and Dad play tea parties with her,” Maeve smiled. Hanna smiled too, her

what.” The words felt heavy in my mouth. It

to see her, Hanna. Would it be alright if he came in?”

first. I’ve been in bed for… well, since she was

alright? Come, I’ll run you a bath” Maeve lifted Selene out of Hanna’s arms as Mom helped her out of the bed. Maeve turned, handing the baby to me as we

as Hanna and Rosalie disappeared behind

going to be

You know

open for Maeve as

about her visions

my

was wrong, Rowan. Even Hanna said so. How could she possibly

said anything to me about it for months. She’s not dream dancing anymore. She

should stay for a

fine. You’re the Luna of

arm. “Just tell me what

the two of us headed downstairs to see what everyone else had been doing while my mother and sister tried to help Hanna gain the courage to emerge from our

a very impressive spread that had been laid out by the kitchen-two prime rib roasts, a honeyed ham, and three roast ducks were the centerpieces of the table, all of which

fast asleep in Ernest’s lap, his

Hanna sat at the head of the table,

from Breles with her now seventeen-year-old daughter

been in the castle had been before everyone took their leave after the family defeated Tasia and put an end to the nearly year-long quest to find, and understand, the significance of the moonstones

was at the other end of the table feeding tidbits of cake

daughter at the other end of the table. Hanna was running her fingers through

***

Maeve––7 Years Later

to allow his cherished action figure, who harbored the likeness of a hero from a very popular children’s

before he took

book I was pretending to read as I watched the two of them play their game in the sand on the beach below the castle of

wedding of her uncle Aaron last year. Rowan and Hanna arrived only a day ago for a long visit, and Selene had already taken over the playroom and had been keeping Oliver very busy. They were two peas in

the beach in the opposite direction, watching as Will and George dragged a long piece of seaweed out of