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.

course. I had refused the first time my father told

he had been unsuccessful at finding a mate to rules beside him.

needed was a body to carry the

I was that body

and crossing

do, Maeve? Should I have him kill my nephew and take the title from his cold, dead hands? What do you think would happen to the treaties, hmm?

shenanigans before my birth had required such treaties to be

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

Everyone said Ethan had met his match the day I was born. Even my mother, whom he

sweet, levelheaded boy who

children in one, and said they were tired after my early years, I was not the prim and proper Alpha’s daughter

was just Maeve. And apparently, I

was I

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

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

a servant who was standing up against the wall, his eyes wide with shock as I

Daddy!” I wrote in perfect scrawl in my nightly letter home after dinner, imagining my father’s

“Maeve?”

had eventually settled during my half-slumber, blinking against the yellow glow

I

“Uh, is everything okay?”

said the breeder is arriving at the end of the

our family s future and my powerful status came with a catch. I couldn’t

I needed a breeder.

was knitted into a frown.

for the White

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

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

sold by her father to my father, 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

Aaron, the son of the Alpha of Red

own breath. “Who? Did you

continued. “You know, the newer kingdom established in the

as I looked down the table at Ernest without responding. He was staring blankly

“I know where that

He repeated it. Aaron.

but maintained my composure, sipping my wine and letting it

“Do you know him?”

grimaced, taking a deeper drink of wine. Oh, yes, we knew each other, and our first and only interaction had plagued

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