Sold as the Alpha King's Breeder novel Chapter 341

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-”

Maeve went on and on, her enthusiasm breaking up the heavy emotion that had been crippling Hanna since Selene’s birth.

“She could grow up to be a warrior or a poet. 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 that she’s here, and she’s safe. And she needs you, Hanna. She… she loves you.”

Maeve handed Selene to Hanna and rested her hand over 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, Lena is our baby girl.

“And a few years from now, she’ll be bossing the boys around and making Rowan and Dad play tea parties with her,” Maeve smiled. Hanna smiled too, her eyes glistening with tears.

“We’ll be there for her, Hanna. No matter what.” The words felt heavy in my mouth. It was an oath. Hanna met my eyes and nodded, swallowing back a relieved sob.

“Ethan wants to see her, Hanna. Would it be alright if he came in?” Mom asked, but Hanna shook her head.

“Rowan should take her down to 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, Rosalie. I’m sorry.”

“Oh, goodness Hanna. You have nothing to be sorry 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 me as we began to walk toward the door.

I looked over my shoulder, watching as Hanna and Rosalie disappeared behind the bathroom door.

“She’s going to be okay, Rowan.”

“There’s more Maeve. You know there’s more.”

Theld the door open for Maeve as we walked into the hallway.

“About Hanna… about her visions from last year?”

I nodded, my throat tightening.

“So much was wrong, Rowan. Even Hanna said so. How could she possibly still believe she’s going to die before Selene grows up?”

“I don’t know. She hasn’t said anything to me about it for months. She’s not dream dancing anymore. She refuses to shift. She’s just… existing. I feel like I’ve already lost her.”

“I feel like I should stay for a while-”

“No, Maeve. It’s fine. You’re the Luna of Poldesse. You’re needed there.”

gravy. Maeve’s sons were being passed around the table in an effort to keep them entertained. Hanna sat at the head of the table, flushed with pride as Georgia and Vicky gushed over Selene.

Maeve––7 Years Later

Hanna had warned me 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 Oliver’s reluctance to bend the knee to her girlish games.

I squinted up at Rowan’s daughter, who was suddenly standing over me, the sun creating a halo of brilliant light around her head and soft white hair that was cut into a short, curly bob around her ears.

“Who?” I asked, wondering if I had heard her correctly.

“The man who’s coming. He said he’s coming home. He looks like grandpa! He said his name is.I don’t remember. Can | have a snack?”

| arched my brow, propping myself up on my elbows as the lounge chair squeaked under my weight..

“What man? Ernest looks a lot like your grandpa-”

“No, Aunt Maeve. The man isn’t here yet! He’s older than Uncle Ernest. His name is…is Black.”

I was genuinely confused as I scanned her face, trying to understand. A wave of unease prickled over my skin as I looked into the young girl’s eyes.

“Did you dream about him? Or is he here now?”

“I saw him in my head,” she answered shortly, turning away as her short attention span deviated towards something more interesting than our strange conversation.

“Selene, honey, who are you talking about?”

She was already gone, and I watched her sprint down the beach towards the ocean without even looking over her

shoulder at me in response.

“Maeve? Is she talking about who I think she’s talking about?”

Troy asked, rolling over onto his belly. He gave me a knowing look, which confirmed my suspicions.

There was only one man who looked remotely like my father, who would be older than our generation of cousins who shared his likeness. Only one man that age shared the last name Black

And it was someone I hadn’t seen in a long, long time.

End of Season 2 – Breeder to the White Queen.

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