Sold as the Alpha King's Breeder novel Chapter 282

Rosalie

“Well, I wanted to name him Talon, of course. I was desperately in love with Talon back then, you know,” Georgia said with a little laugh, giving Talon a teasing glance.

“I told you what would happen if you did,” Talon cut in, bringing his glass of whiskey to his lips and smiling knowingly at his wife.

“I hate to admit that Talon was right,” she laughed, tossing her hair over her shoulder. “But he was right. Every time I said Talon, they both looked right at me. It was rather confusing for both of them, honestly. We even tried calling him TJ for a while, for Talon Junior, but he refused to acknowledge that, even though he was just a toddler.”

Ernest rolled his eyes, his arm draped over the back of Gemma’s chair as Georgia continued.

“Well, Talon had given our son the middle name of Ernest, a beloved dead uncle on his side of the family,” she paused, looking over at Talon to confirm this was correct. He shrugged, nodding. “Anyway, I started calling him Ernie, just thinking it was the cutest name I had ever heard, and it stuck.”

“And now we call him Ernest,” Talon finished, smiling softly at his son. Ernest pinkened at his father’s loving gaze, and turned his head to Gemma.

“I will let you choose the name,” he smiled down at her, his hand resting on her stomach, “As long as it’s not Ernest.”

“Oh, please,” Georgia laughed, waving her hand to dismiss his comment. “Ernest is a fine name. We could have named you Bartholomew-”

“Or Cornelius,” Ethan said with a wry smile.

“Or Richard,” Rowan said, leaning into the conversation.

“What’s wrong with the name Richard?” Kacidra cut in from the other end of the table.

“Well, it might have actually been a fine choice for you, Ernest. The nickname for it is Dick,” Rowan grunted as Ernest, who was seated directly across from him, kicked him in the shin.

“Nothing has changed,” Georgia murmured as she took a sip of her wine, giving me a sideways glance. I smiled, shaking my head as conversation erupted around me, the dining room feeling small, but warm, as we sat shoulder to shoulder around the modest-sized dining room table.

“Are Vicky and Paul coming?” Rowan asked, looking expectantly at Ethan. Ethan shrugged, but Talon shook his head, leaning forward to accept a bowl of green beans from Hanna.

“Vicky wants to be here, but Paul doesn’t want to risk it,” Talon said.

“I think that’s wise,” Ethan said soberly, giving me a look as ! settled back against my chair.

They were right; we didn’t know what was going to happen here in the North. Vicky and Paul had settled in Finaldi, starting a family of their own. They had three daughters, none of them yet sixteen. I didn’t blame them for not wanting to bring their children to what could soon be considered a war zone if Damian made any further moves. We were, essentially, waiting for

war.

“What did they name their daughters again? I can never remember.” Gemma was picking at her plate, slightly green around the gills.

I pursed my lips as I watched her struggle for a moment, looking as though she was going to throw up before she was able to regain her composure. Gemma had been sick her entire pregnancy so far with little to no relief.

“Well, there’s Caroline, the eldest. And then Katerina is the middle… or is she the youngest?” Georgia looked over at me for help.

“Katerina is the youngest,” I corrected. “Sarah is in the middle.”

“Oh, that’s right. The last we saw them they were talking about trying for a boy, if you can believe it,” Georgia said as she brought her wine glass to her lips, looking around to make sure everyone had heard the latest gossip.

Ethan furrowed his brow. “Try again? Isn’t that how Katerina came about? She’s worse than Maeve was. What is she now, seven?”

“Nine!” Georgia replied, nodding in agreement.

“Rosalie,” Gemma said softly, gingerly sipping from a glass of water, “How did you come up with the name Maeve?”

“You should ask Ethan that. He was the one who named her,” I said with a smile.

The entire table turned to look at Ethan, who blanched at the attention, clearing his throat.

“I thought it sounded nice with Rowan,” he said simply, expecting that to be a good enough answer. “Why are you all still looking at me?”

“It also means she who rules,” I said to Gemma, turning my head to glare teasingly at Ethan.

“Well, that is fitting, isn’t it? You know, I always wondered about her name. She’s the only Maeve I’ve ever met,” said Georgia with a smile.

“What names are you and Ernest thinking of, Gemma?” | asked, my chest tightening painfully at the thought of Maeve. I couldn’t bear it. I needed to change the subject away from her.

“Well, truthfully I haven’t given it much thought…”

“We‘ve been a little, uh, busy.” Ernest gave Gemma a reassuring smile, his eyes seeming to tell her she was safe, reminding her she was home.

“I’ve always liked the name Eliza, or maybe Jennifer for a girl. I haven’t even thought of names for a boy.”

“Rowan has a nice ring to it,” Rowan said with a sly smile.

I nudged him with my elbow.

“You know, I had a dream a few weeks ago,” Gemma began. “I don’t really remember the dream, but I remember hearing someone say Tasia, and I thought it was a beautiful word.”

Hanna jumped to her feet, shaking the table as she did so. She swallowed, looking around before nodding once and bolting for the door. Rowan and Kacidra both began to rise, but I motioned for them to sit, rising from my seat and grabbing my plate as I mumbled excuses.

I could hear Ethan’s rapid stride behind me as I walked briskly down the hallway toward the den. I nearly tossed my plate on the counter as I hurried through the kitchen, the porcelain dish rattling against the counter as Ethan caught up to me, his hand reaching for my shoulder.

Hanna had run out the backdoor and was moving quickly through the backyard, her dress billowing out behind her.

“Rosalie!” Ethan growled, but I darted out of his grasp, jumping down the steps leading out of the den and into the yard. “ROSALIE!”

possible, fearful she’d collapse into the grass and have another one of her spells. “What do you see? We know you’ve seen Maeve. We know you’re able to see things that are lost, talk to people who have passed on-”

“I’ve been dreaming of a building for years now,” Hanna began, her eyes still downcast. “I don’t know where it is, or what’s inside. I only know that I’m being pulled toward it. But I always get stuck; someone always pulls me back under. But after I met Rowan, I… I’ve been pulled to another place, like meeting him has begun a chain of events that I’m somehow linked to in the other world.”

“I believe so. It wasn’t until I dreamed of Maeve for the first time that I realized I wasn’t completely alone. Maeve was in deep, deep water. She was dying. She wasn’t supposed to be there. I got her to the surface of the water and a wave just… took her away.”