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-”

went on and on, her enthusiasm breaking up the heavy emotion that had been crippling Hanna

cookies for a living. That prophecy… it’s over. It doesn’t matter.

and rested her hand over Selene’s head. “She’s the best, Hanna. The only girl in the family so far. Troy and I

boys around and making Rowan and

felt heavy in my mouth. It was

alright if he

see everyone. I’ll-i’ll take a shower and change first. I’ve been in bed for… well, since she was born. I didn’t know what else to do. I should have had you here,

out of Hanna’s arms as Mom helped her out of the bed. Maeve turned, handing the baby to me as we began to walk toward

over my shoulder, watching as Hanna and Rosalie disappeared behind the

going to be okay,

You know there’s

the door open for Maeve as we

Hanna… about her visions from

my

she possibly still believe she’s going

me about it for months. She’s not dream dancing anymore. She refuses to shift. She’s just… existing.

should stay for

It’s fine. You’re the Luna of Poldesse. You’re

said, resting her hand on my arm. “Just tell

and then the two of us headed downstairs to see what everyone else

a very impressive spread that had been laid out by the kitchen-two prime rib roasts, a

was fast asleep in Ernest’s

them entertained. Hanna sat at the head of

built a house there. Vicky had come from Breles with her now seventeen-year-old daughter Caroline, who would be moving

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 that were now returned to their rightful home in

the table feeding tidbits of cake to Oliver. He caught my

end of the table. Hanna was running her fingers through Selene’s fine hair, her

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Maeve––7 Years Later

cherished action figure, who harbored the likeness of a hero from a very popular children’s novel, to continue to be assaulted in

before he took a deep breath

murmured, 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

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 Oliver’s reluctance to bend the knee to

a few minutes of bickering, they went back to building their sandcastle in relative peace. I looked down the beach in the opposite direction, watching as Will and George dragged a long piece of seaweed out of the water. Troy and Charlie were asleep on two