Sold AS The alpha King's Breeder

Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder Chapter 641

CHAPTER 141 : OF ALL THE NIGHTS TO BE BORN

*Xander*

Rowan was pacing back and forth across the length of the library, a glass of scotch clutched so tightly in his hand that I thought it was going to crack. Troy and Ethan were quietly chatting as they sat opposite of each other in two high-backed armchairs. They seemed calm, practically jovial.

Rowan, on the other hand, looked like he was going to murder someone.

Lena had kicked me out of the bedroom she was laboring in. I didn’t protest, not at the time. I was planning on going back up there to relieve Maeve of her “support person” duties once I finished the light dinner a maid had brought up for us in the library.

I was also waiting for news about the ship carrying Adrian and Abigail to the port of Findali, which was late because of the thunderstorm that was brewing over Mirage. Rain was starting to patter against the windows, but I found the sound comforting. I hoped Lena would, too.

“Can I get you another drink?” I asked Rowan, who was either ignoring me or didn’t hear me, whichever one. I let out my breath in a long, drawn-out sigh. I hated that Lena was suffering. Knowing that she was in pain was ripping me to shreds. But her agony was coming out sideways, and she was lashing out at everyone and everything. I couldn’t comfort her right now, and it was killing me.

I didn’t let it show. I walked back over to the long table in the center of the library and forked another bite of roast beef into my mouth, washing it down with tepid coffee. It was going to be a long night. Lena wasn’t progressing as fast as we originally thought.

The library door swung open and Maeve walked inside, red in the face and her hair tied in a messy, somewhat sweaty bun on the top of her head.

Everyone in the room turned to her, and for a moment my heart dropped into my stomach thinking I’d missed the birth, but Maeve caught my gaze and shook her head.

“She’s fine–pissed, but just fine. She said she was going to try to sleep for a while,” Maeve breathed, glancing toward the food on the table.

I motioned for her to eat as I walked toward the door leading out of the hallway and into the first-floor corridor. I didn’t look back as muted conversation about Lena and the baby rippled through the air. Maeve would fill them in, I was sure, and I’d find out for myself what kind of shape Lena was in now.

I walked up the grand stone staircase to the third floor. It was quiet up here, and down one darkened corridor I could see our bedroom door was slightly ajar, but darkened. I let out the breath I was holding, thankful she was able to get some rest.

But then I heard whispering coming from the sitting room just across the hall from our bedroom.

I stepped inside the sitting room to find Hanna with her arms crossed over her chest, her cheeks pink with emotion while the midwife, a portly older woman who I found out had a mean streak, packed up her things.

“What’s going on?” I said in a hiss as I stepped into the room.

Hanna’s eyes flicked up to mine before she ran her hands over her face, her shoulders slumping in resignation.

“The labor has stalled. That baby isn’t coming ’til tomorrow, I guarantee it–”

you going?” I asked sharply as she gathered up

be back in the morning,” she replied casually,

my mouth to tell her to stop, and that she was staying,

breath behind me, hugging herself. I turned to face her, my face twisted in confusion. “What

hasn’t made

the midwife just

who is progressing quicker,

I could say anything else, I heard

room, red in

she think she’s going?” Rowan growled, shutting the door behind him. I exhaled, crossing my arms over my chest as Rowan and

nothing I can do about it!” she argued. “Lena is

car around. We’re taking her to the hospital,” Rowan said firmly, running his fingers through his

and I felt the electricity between the two

then there’s nothing a hospital could do

“They’re fine.”

we wait

down to her practice and see if she can come,” Rowan said, his voice

best if the original midwife doesn’t come back, anyway. Lena doesn’t like her, and I don’t either,” I declared, which elicited

arms relax at my sides and gave them a nod in farewell as I stepped out of the room and walked across the hallway, sliding into our bedroom and shutting the door behind me. Lena was asleep in the bed with what looked like five bedrooms worth of pillows around her. Her hair was damp with sweat, and her face was twisted

of her face as she laid on her side. Rain was streaming down the windows now, and outside, the wind was

all the nights to be born,” I whispered to my unborn

***

down my spine. Her fingernails were ripping through my skin as she stood in front of me, bent at the waist, her head pressing into my stomach. I was breathing hard, watching as Maeve and Hanna hurried around the room with

tremble violently as the room was lit up by a flash of blue

as she hurried to the bed, where Maeve was laying

onto her for dear life while she brought our daughter into the world without any assistance from

with tears in her eyes, but no fear. Determination was etched into her expression, a righteous fury behind her eyes that

ready?” I asked,

breath and tore my gaze from hers to look at Maeve and Hanna, who were standing side by side

a soft smile on her face as Elaine and Clare lingered in

I could do now was to continue telling myself that

and the road to the castle is washed out. I don’t know about the trail–” Rosalie began, but Lena’s moan of pure

head against my chest, her cheek pressed against the sweat-soaked fabric of my T-shirt. I closed my eyes, letting that shadow of power embrace us, trying in

you want to be?” I asked in a whisper. “Do you