Sould As The Alpha King's Breeder

Chapter 20: Just Like Your Mother

Troy-Three Nights Ago

“Troy. So, you came.”

As if I had a choice. Romero was the whole reason I was in this place, trying not to get struck by lightning or drown in the unrelenting humidity while Aaron was stranded on a beach in the Isles of Denali, enjoying a cool drink and tanning his nearly translucent skin on the soft, white sand.

I eyed Romero coolly as he neared, his cane tapping against the stone floor with each slow step in my direction.

“You look like your mother,” he said with a strange, slightly menacing smile. I bit the inside of my lip to stop myself from saying anything, willing myself to have a filter for the first time in my life. “But I understand that you wouldn’t know her, would you?”

I swallowed, tucking my hands in my pockets.

“Ah, yes. That’s what I thought.” Romero finally reached the bars, sitting down on a stool. The action took most of his strength, and he was quiet for a moment as his heavy breathing returned to normal. “You know I’ve been up here for twenty years, Troy?”

I nodded, once, watching the man as he coughed into his fist.

“Ah, yes. Twenty years in this tower. Almost longer than that Alpha below us has been alive, did you know that? I’m sure you assumed he wasn’t the man that put me here, no, that was Talon. The half-wit’s father. Ethan’s Beta. Of course, King James was still in power then.” He looked away from me toward the landing of the stairs, snickering. “Ethan. Ha! Tell me, have you seen his girl? The daughter, what was her name… Maeve? Say, does she look like her mother? Do you know who I’ m talking about-”

Romero,” I said bluntly, color rising in my cheeks at the mention of Maeve’s name. In truth, I only knew what Ethan looked like from the handful of portraits I had seen

one word at a time,” he laughed, a dry choking sound that made the hair on my arms stand on end. “I was told you didn’t start

I hadn’t needed to say much as a child, anyway, having grown up bouncing from island to island in the Isles, working on the ships for the pack of Poldesse that crept through the waters like ghosts in the mist. I was one

different. I had Alpha blood. I was a

mother was a real beauty at one time. Ethan’s breeder, she

narrowed my

He didn’t answer.

bars, his eyes cloudy with age. I wondered briefly if he could see very

take,” I said shortly, watching his face fall and his

has lost his grip on

How difficult it will be to get you out of Valoria?” I sneered, stepping forward. I had heard of Romero, and had known we shared blood. That’s why I had been sent to Valoria when word of Ethan’s plans for the future of his family’s

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to the half-wit Alpha for ten years, ten years I could’ve been free of this place. Do you know why I remain? Why I rot away in the tower?” He let go of the bars and reached down, his back cracking as he groped in the dim light

have to do with Maeve? Why

it back down with a thundering clap. “I wanted Rosalie. I wanted access to her powers. She was the key, you see, to a fortune beyond anything you could over

with Rosalie. But they had a girl child. The next White Queen.

“You’re delusional-”