Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder

Chapter 100: I’m Yours

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Our bedroom felt exceedingly quiet, but the silence was broken by the swell of chatter and music coming from the castle’s grounds, where the gala was still taking place. It was late now, the sky dappled with stars until a half quarter

moon.

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Troy was helping me out of my dress in our spacious bathroom as I took the pins out of my hair, letting the curls fall over my shoulders as I sighed a breath of relief. It felt odd seeing the jeweled tiara I was wearing sitting on the bathroom counter, surrounded by a tangle of hairpins.

Troy kissed my shoulder as I pulled my shelves from the dress, his touch sending a ripple of desire through my body.

“You’re covered in glitter,” he laughed against my skin as he ran his hand down over my exposed waist.

“Gemma found a new lotion at the market in Mirage. It has glitter in it and smells like cotton candy. She insisted I wear it.”

“Mmm… that’s why you smell like sugar.”

“You noticed?”

“Earlier, in the sitting room when I….” He looked over my shoulder at our reflection in the mirror, giving me a knowing

smile.

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I felt suddenly self-conscious as he looked at my reflec tion. My body felt foreign to me still, my new curves strange and unwanted. I closed my eyes as he reached down to un clasp the hook and pin that held my skirts in place, causing them to fall around my ankles. I was totally, completely ex posed.

“Troy, don’t-”

“What’s wrong?” He turned me to face him, standing so close that my breasts pressed into his chest. They were hard as rocks and streaked with purple stretch marks, so heavy I felt like my back would break. How could he look at me and want me? Let alone recognize me?

Exhaustion and grief at the fact that our sons were still in the nursery, fast asleep, washed over me and brought tears to my eyes. Troy ran his knuckles over my cheek, leaning down to brush a soft kiss across my forehead.

“Today was a lot, wasn’t it?” he whispered into my hair.

touch soft against my skin. I melted into him. It had been several weeks since we had been togeth er intimately and alone, always separated by babies and al ways called away on errands related to either the moon stones, Tasia, or Troy’s ascension to the throne

replied, unsure if the reply

have glitter all over my hands now,” he laughed, taking a step away

longer shielding me from his full gaze, I felt like cowering, like covering myself. But I

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me, his cheek dimpling as he turned and opened the glass door to the oversized shower and turned the hot

he said as he unbuttoned his shirt, tossing

physical trials during our journey through the pass had only added to his strength. It had

feel better after a hot

breasts and down my stomach. I reached down involun tarily, touching the long scar that stretched from one side of my belly to the other, another wave of self-consciousness washing

“Maeve-”

the

and he paused, looking up at me for a moment before he pulled them off and kicked

my head.

three sons. You carried them in your body for months. You gave them life, risking your own and….” He paused, closing the dis tance between us, running his hands over

“Jealous?” I stammered.

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is the first time since we met that

am yours,” I breathed, closing my eyes as his mouth traveled down my neck and onto my

that again,” he growled, his voice low

“I’m yours.”

collarbone, then ran his hands over

know you can still knock someone’s teeth out if given the op portunity,” he whispered hoarsely, his touch leaving my arms. to run down the length of my

rasped, unable to hide my

head, gently tak ing one of my nipples in his mouth. I sucked in my breath through gritted teeth, but he was gentle, knowing how much my breasts

And your ass?” | squeaked in surprise, giggling as he cupped my ass in his hands. “Do I even need to

deeply that I felt at a loss for air. All that was separating us were his boxers and the cascade of steam dancing

and wanting at first. Despite our fatigue, we were in no obvious rush. This was the first time we’d had sex since the babies were born. It felt, in a lot of ways, like the first

the tile as he took me from behind, his fingers tangled in my hair and one hand clutching my

me, and against his lips, I begged him for my own release. A wave of pure, electric ecstasy enveloped

we stood beneath the stream of the shower, letting the water wash over us, the tile floor glistening with glitter. It was a baptism of sorts, washing away our old lives, and

in bed, our fingers knitted to gether as he

downstairs.

and Ernest are going to be absolute ly worthless

think. We can take George for the day. I can nurse him, you know. We