The Alpha of Alareim

nine

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You may want to review the end of last chapter (8) because otherwise where this chapter starts it won't make any sense to you.

Pronunciations

Ambrosine : Am-bro-seen
(If you speak Spanish, the r in her name is to be pronounced as a partially rolled r)

Chapter Nine

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The honey-haired beauty lifts her slim leg, swaying her lilac dress, as she lodges her foot straight underneath my ribs, knocking the wind from my lungs.

I wheeze, crashing on the floor. I glare up at her.

Aramis looks between us, confused.

"You did not inform me she was so territorial," the freckled girl hisses at him, setting the crate by her feet.

"I... Didn't think I would need to," Aramis crouches beside me, reaching for my lithe body. I growl at him in warning. Instead of reveling in his touch, I jump to my feet, backing away from both him and his intended woman. I cross my arms, spite coursing through me.

"Go ahead, tell her who I am," the girl smirks, flicking a shiny lock behind her shoulder.

Aramis looks at me with understanding dawning on his handsome features.

"Caelia, this is Ambrosine. She is a dealer of potions and botany..," He says very slowly.

I look between the two in surprise that melts immediately into embarrassment. First because I had just instantly assumed she was his intended, and second because she kicked my ass to the floor, literally, with barely moving a muscle.

"Ambrosine, Caelia, my mate and future Luna," he continues.

She looks at me with an unamused expression with an arched brow as her eyes move up and down. "Pleasure," she spits.

I clear my throat. "Sorry. I was expecting someone else..."

Aramis frowns in my peripheral.

"Oh you mean the ex-intended?" Ambrosine inquires, leaning against the doorway.

I frown at her, mirroring my mate's wary expression. "Yes. I apologize."

She shrugs. "Understandable. No harm done." She tucks another lock behind her ear and picks up the wooden crate, walking over to the kitchenette.

"So I've brought your requests," she states, opening the crate to take out a cylindrical jar. She opens a jar in her own crate, shoving handfuls of dried up leaves into the jar from the cabinet.

Aramis nods. "Is there a reason why you felt the need to come in here and deliver it?"

Ambrosine shrugs. "I felt you needed some of this before you really do go down on her."

I shuffle my feet, uncomfortable. "What is that?" I ask, curious. The smell of bitter mint had wafted over from the kitchenette.

Ambrosine laughs while Aramis pulls me to his side casually. "The herbs that make the tea of infertility."

"Oh," I frown, looking up at him. I recall seeing the bottom of the jar being occupied by the herbs. That means Aramis had been using it while with other women. I step away from his side slightly, but he notices and frowns.