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–”

as she gathered up her bag.

the morning,” she replied casually, pushing past me toward the

her to stop, and that she was staying,

to face her, my face twisted in confusion. “What the

she hasn’t made any

midwife

is progressing quicker,

I protested. But before I could say anything else, I heard yelling in

room, red in

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

do about it!” she argued. “Lena is fine,

her to the hospital,” Rowan said firmly, running his fingers through his

and I felt the electricity between the two mates fall over us like a wet

we’ll have the midwife come back. If her labor has truly stalled, then there’s nothing a hospital could do for her, either.” I turned to Hanna, looking deep into her pale brown eyes for understanding.

“They’re fine.”

wait it

I’ll have someone call down to her practice and see if

it’s best if the original midwife doesn’t come back, anyway. Lena doesn’t

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

as she laid on her side. Rain was streaming down the windows now, and outside, the wind was starting to pick up. I’d been warned about

I whispered

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waist, her head pressing

sky outside was black as death, and thunder made the glass panes in the windows tremble violently as the room was lit up by a flash of blue lightning.

her basket as she hurried to the bed, where

Now, I was holding onto her for dear life while she brought our daughter into the world without any

into her

ready?” I asked, and she

hers to look at Maeve and Hanna, who were standing side by side as the maids readied

Lena with a soft smile on her face as Elaine and Clare

in this room. We’d be okay. All I could do now was to continue telling myself that Lena

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

fabric of my T-shirt. I closed my eyes, letting that shadow

in a