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-”

enthusiasm breaking up the heavy emotion that had been crippling Hanna since

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

Selene’s head. “She’s the best, Hanna. The only girl in the family so far. Troy and I are done, as you know. Gemma and Ernest might have another. But for now,

from now, she’ll be bossing the boys around and making Rowan and Dad play tea parties with her,” Maeve smiled. Hanna smiled

Hanna. No matter what.” The words felt heavy in my mouth. It was an oath. Hanna met my

Would it be alright if he came in?” Mom asked, but

for… well, since she was born.

for, 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

Hanna and Rosalie disappeared behind the

to be okay,

Maeve. You know there’s

the door open for Maeve as

Hanna… about her

nodded, my

was wrong, Rowan. Even Hanna said so. How could she possibly still believe she’s going to die before Selene grows

for months. She’s not dream dancing anymore.

should stay

fine. You’re the Luna

my arm. “Just tell me what you need me to do,

us headed downstairs to see what everyone else had been

over 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 were being

Ernest’s lap, his face

to keep them entertained. Hanna sat at the head of the table, flushed

had settled in Winter Forest and had built a house there. Vicky had come from Breles with her

defeated Tasia and put an end to

was at the other end of the table feeding tidbits of

end of the table.

***

Maeve––7 Years Later

toward Oliver, who seemed reluctant to allow his cherished action figure, who harbored the likeness of a hero from a very popular children’s novel, to continue to be assaulted in such a manner. He clutched his action figure to his chest, his

moment before he took a deep breath and

looking down at his toy with a look of sheer disgust on his ruddy face. I smirked, flipping the page of the book I was pretending to read as I watched the two of them play their game in the sand on the beach below the

of Selene’s new fixation on playing “wedding” with all of her dolls since the 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 a pod, despite

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