Sould As The Alpha King's Breeder

Sold As The Alpha King’s Breeder Chapter 221

Volume 2; Breeder for the White Queen

Chapter 1: The Breeder’s Daughter

Maeve

I cannot believe this is the man whose baby I’m supposed to carry.

Thick droplets of rain rolled down the glass as I looked out the far window, my eyes fixated on the lazy patterns of moisture they left in their wake.

I was sitting at one end of the long, immaculately set table in the dining hall like I had done every evening since setting foot in the Alpha’s castle three months ago, my plate barely touched and my wine undrunk.

It was no fault of the kitchen, nor that of the servants who had spent their entire evening dressing the table with steaming platters of food. No.

I had a challenging time staying awake during dinner, in fact, forever lulled into half-slumber by the incessant dry conversation taking place on the far end of the table.

Oh, Ernest

He looked every ounce the Alpha, especially with his black hair swept away from his face and his blue velvet dress shirt glimmering in the light from the chandelier above our heads. He was rather handsome too, if one can say such things about a cousin. I can only say so because, well, Ernest and I look a lot alike.

We had the same large blue eyes and high cheekbones, the same sharp nose and wide, full mouth. He was dark where I was fair, however, myself having inherited my mother’s softly curling strawberry-blonde hair and freckled skin.

Ernest’s physical familiarity had been a comfort upon my arrival in Mirage. Seeing him standing on the terrace, his hand resting on the balustrade and head tilting slightly to the side as he watched me approach reminded me so much of my father. So much so that at first, I thought it had actually been my father standing there, looking like the Alpha he had once been.

But Ernest lacked my father’s brooding nature and practiced calm reserve. He lacked the sharp-witted sense of humor and soft smile that made his blue eyes crease at the edges.

Ernest, although brimming with the features of my father’s family, was nothing like them. Not in the slightest. He was a bore.

A terrible, terrible bore.

And I was stuck with him.

“Did you say something?” I asked, not looking away from the window.

There would, of course, be no reply. Ernest had said something. He hadn’t stopped saying something. He had a strange habit of talking without ever shutting his mouth long enough to hear anyone else speak. He even answered his own questions, and gave himself advice, as though he were talking to an apparition seated at the table next to him, not his only dinner guest down the length of the table. I couldn’t stand it.

And for the first time in my life, I felt utterly and completely alone.

In all my time in Mirage, we had barely had a conversation outside of business, what our future held as dual rulers of the pack. I would be Luna, he would be Alpha. I would give him an heir, forever cementing our family’s stronghold over the Eastern Territories. I would remain in Mirage until that child was grown, and then would have the freedom to return to my birthplace to eventually lead the Winter Forest pack.

He had become king of Valoria when his parents, Talon and Georgia, decided to retire. They deserved a break after all of their yeats of service to the kingdom.

Ernest was nothing like either of his parents, and I had no idea how that had come about.

was unheard of, of course. I had refused the

he had been unsuccessful at finding a mate to rules beside him. I was the only female of the generation in our family, titleless until

assistance needed was a body to carry the

I was that body

ceiling and crossing

the title from his

forget, especially since my parents’ shenanigans before my birth had required such treaties to be created in the first

their youth. But it was peacetime

nonetheless. Everyone said Ethan had met his match the day I was born. Even my mother, whom he doted on endlessly, could not achieve the emotional rise I could get out of him.. I enjoyed it,

the sweet, levelheaded boy who had made them

after that. My mother always joked that I was the equivalent of four children in one, and

And apparently, I needed

oh, was I

my first weeks in Mirage. I couldn’t get a rise out of him, no matter how much I tried. Years of practice tormenting my brother had proved useless against

on about something insignificant, i threw a soup spoon down the length of the table. I hadn’t aimed to hit him with it, of course, but the spoon flew so close to his head that the force of it made his hair

who was standing up against

perfect scrawl in my nightly letter home after dinner, imagining my

“Maeve?”

settled

I had noticed. He was staring right

“Uh, is everything okay?”

the breeder is arriving at the end of

what he was talking about. Part of the arraignment that had secured our family s future and my powerful status came with a catch. I couldn’t just produce

I needed a breeder.

knitted into a frown. “Have you

Bredde for

breath, toying with the silk of my emerald-green

such a notion. Breeders were always women. They almost always came from dire situations, regardless of their status within their packs. My mother had been a breeder and an Alpha’s daughter. She shared her entire story with me when the details

debt. Like most breeders, her fate

name is Aaron, the son of the Alpha of

breath. “Who? Did you say

newer kingdom established in the west

the table at Ernest without responding. He was staring blankly at

I said, a little breathless. “I know where that is. I just hallucinated. What is the breeder’s name

He repeated it. Aaron.

maintained my composure, sipping my

“Do you know him?”

when we were children.” | grimaced, taking a deeper drink of wine. Oh, yes, we knew each

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