Page 16 of Ruined By His Alpha King
Mm. Sit with your auntie for a while longer. Then you may return. I’ll give you a final parting gift if you will listen.
A familiar voice that Seidrik hadn’t heard in over fifteen years met his ears. Soft words brushed his senses—a lullaby. As if his mother were singing it, clearer than if it’d been recorded on a cadence chamber. Her voice, clear as day.
The leaves of citronelia sweet
Are not as sweet as you
The birds up in the sky that tweet
won’t make me happy true
What makes me smile so dear
Is you my little fae
More than all the Frost deer
More so every day
When the sun rises so
And you wake, the goddess sees
No matter where you go
Always remember these
Your mother always loves you
Your mother always tries
For all the things you say and do
Until the sun will rise
Until the day I speak no more
Until you sleep your last
I’ll be with you—be sure
Until my memory has passed.
Tears flowed down Seidrik’s cheeks, and he bid them away, letting them fall freely into the font. Using her moniker, he choked. “Thank you,auntiegoddess.”
Go give the child her name.
Seidrik nodded sagely and wiped at his eyes, finding his shirt sleeve stained with a dark liquid, inky and odd, as if he’d been wearing lampblack on his eyes.He sniffed a few times and whispered a softthank youagain beneath his breath before leaving and navigating his way back to his new family.
It appeared he’d arrived in the nick of time as Stamel guided him with an open arm at the back of the procession. Ingred, waltzing by, gave Seidrik a grin.
“Do we have a name for a female?” Pallosar asked.
“I don’t know,” Askara said, and Seidrik paused in the doorway while Ingred made himself comfortable, chomping on a wind apple. The bastard had to know how famished his omega brother would be. Birthing was terribly difficult on a bearer.
“I have a suggestion from the goddesses… Probably will piss Alluin off, though.” He grinned and bit into the apple.
“Speak your mind, Brother.” Lumic’s incensed glare made Seidrik want to smack Ingred on his behalf, but Pallosar sat poised, equally ready to do so. Pale eyes turned toward Seidrik expectantly.
