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.

throne was unheard of, of course. I had refused the first time my father told me

understood the importance and complexity of my situation Enest couldn’t have children, and 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 my

carry the

I was that body

protested, jutting my chin toward the ceiling and crossing my arms

my nephew and take the title from his cold, dead hands? What

How could I forget, especially since my parents’ shenanigans before my birth had required such treaties

the infamous Ethan and Rosalie had created quite a mess back in their youth. But it was peacetime now, and they meant to keep

met his match the day I was born. Even my mother, whom

hand, was always the sweet, levelheaded boy who had made them want to have another child

was born, however, and there was a reason they didn’t have another child after that. My mother always joked that I was the equivalent of four children in one, and said

apparently, I needed to be

was

tried all my tricks on Ernest once the boredom set in during 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 Ernest, who was

listening to him ramble 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

up against the wall, his eyes wide with shock

in my nightly letter home after

“Maeve?”

up from my plate where my vision had eventually settled

not that I had noticed. He was staring right at me too,

“Uh, is everything okay?”

you hear me? I said the breeder

talking about. Part of the arraignment that had secured our family s future

I needed a breeder.

frown. “Have you been

for the White

said under my breath, toying with the silk of my emerald-green

about the significance and the history behind the event A male breeder was unheard of, he said. So rare that no one alive today would have borne witness to 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

who had been the Alpha of Drogomor at that time, in order to pay a debt. Like most breeders, her fate once the child was born was dismal,

son of the Alpha of

own breath. “Who?

Ernest continued. “You know, the newer kingdom established in the west that used to be uninhabited

table at Ernest without responding. He was staring

know where that is. I just

He repeated it. Aaron.

the sudden urge to laugh but maintained my composure,

“Do you know him?”

once when we were children.” | grimaced, taking a deeper drink of wine. Oh, yes, we knew each other, and our first and

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