Sold AS The alpha King's Breeder

Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder Chapter 652

CHAPTER 152 : MORE THAN I COULD HAVE IMAGINED

*Oliver*

Mirage, Five Years After Lena’s Wedding

Sunlight poured through the kitchen windows. All of Elaine’s flowers were in bloom. Early spring roses trembled against the glass in the soft breeze. From the windows, I could see Old Town rising out of the blinding sunlight reflecting in a shimmer against the moisture from last night’s thunderstorm. The kids had slept terribly, which meant I had also slept like absolute s**t.

Thankfully, Elaine was due home in a few hours. She’d spent the weekend away, enjoying some time with her twin sister at some spa near the port of Valoria while Abigail was visiting from Egoren. I’d been the one pushing for my wife to spend some time away, to take a break from the kids. I told her I could handle it, that everything would be fine.

I’d just lifted my coffee to my lips when a crash rang out from upstairs. I waited for a moment, my coffee barely touching my mouth as muffled voices drifted down the staircase. Then, a squirmish. Then, Lucy’s high-pitched screech of pure fury sent a tremor through the stone walls of the house.

“Isaac!” I called out, taking a quick sip of coffee as I stalked out of the kitchen and into the foyer. I nearly tripped over a pile of toys at the bottom of the stairs then gingerly made my way up the staircase while stepping over more discarded toys, construction paper, and a variety of children’s clothing.

Lucy continued to screech, her voice a high-pitched squeal of frustration as I finally reached the top of the staircase and struggled with the baby gate while my kids battled it out just out of sight. I beelined it for the back bedroom that Elaine and I had turned into a playroom. The door was slightly ajar, so I pushed it open, more toys blocking the door’s progress.

“Isaac, what–”

“Daddy, help!” Isaac, our four-year-old son, whimpered as Lucy tangled her tiny fingers in his shaggy blond hair, her legs crossed around his neck.

“Lucy!” I grumbled as I knelt and untwined her fingers from his hair.

I’d have sworn she hissed at me, baring her teeth as I tried to pry her loose from her angry grasp on her brother. Lucy was almost two and so far had proven to have a mean streak if provoked. She pointed and babbled something terse and incoherent at Isaac, who paled as he reached up to rub his head. “What’s going on up here?”

“Lucy took one of my trains, and I took it back,” he pouted, his lower lip trembling. “She bit me!” He held up his arm, where a red mark was puffed up against his suntanned skin. “So I pushed her, and then she knocked over my train set–”

Lucy cut in with more incoherent words of her own, her eyes narrowed on her brother. I sighed heavily, reaching out with one hand to run my hand through Isaac’s hair, Lucy perched on my other arm. “Everybody’s okay–”

“Mama!” Lucy cried, her fingers clutching my shirt.

Isaac looked up at me, his blue eyes misting with tears.

to pick her up in

Lucy screamed into my

grind my teeth as I pressed her against my chest and gave Isaac a sympathetic look. A nap was exactly what she needed at the moment. I was sure it was hard being two, and even harder after spending a night woken repeatedly by a thunderstorm and without a mother’s touch to comfort her. I couldn’t blame her for her attitude. I also wanted her mama

Desperately.

maybe some popcorn. Do you want some?” I asked Isaac

snack and nodded his head enthusiastically, following me into Lucy’s bedroom. I laid her in her bed, and she surrendered, her arms splayed on the mattress and eyes open to

Isaac skipped ahead of me into the kitchen. He knew how to make popcorn. He was pretty independent now, which was an exciting change, but it also broke my heart. He was born exactly nine months

fresh cup of coffee. Elaine and I hadn’t waited to get to know each first at all, really. We’d gotten married only a few days after Lena’s wedding. We bought this house and spent over a year renovating it. Both Isaac and Lucy had been born in this

of Alpha of Drogomor onto me shortly after Lena departed for Egoren. The Drogomor pack was small and laid claim to the territory

of the days when my grandpa Ethan and great uncle Talon ruled as Alpha

my side as my Luna through all of it. But I still had the time to walk Isaac to school, to take the kids to the park in the evenings,

Maybe not ever.

never pictured myself as an Alpha, but maybe my notion of Alphas was skewed because of my privileged upbringing. Drogomor was humble and cozy, and the house of its Alpha had creaky pipes and a washing machine that sounded

home. It was peaceful. I was

Finally.

house before Mama gets home,” I said as I poured popcorn into a large steel bowl

his thumb to the counter behind him where the remnants of my desperate attempts to glue Elaine’s antique vase that she put her roses in back together. I pursed my lips, giving Isaac a defeated look. Roughhousing with the kids

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squealing with delight. I gave her a short wave,

the park yesterday while Lucy clung to Elaine for dear life, refusing to

her touch. This was the longest we’d been apart since,

squishing Lucy between us. Lucy giggled and reached up to run her fingers along the

off the platform and headed back to the house, Isaac leading the way and waving at everyone we passed. “We’d better book a

they were just there.” I gave Elaine a suspicious glance, and the color to her cheeks and the smile she was trying to hide gave away the answer. Lena was pregnant–again. “What

“Yep. Another girl–”

third daughter couldn’t be more than a few months old judging by the date

said they were trying for a

Isaac coming into our lives had been a seamless transition. I knew what to expect from him. Boys were easy. But Lucy? She scared the