Sould As The Alpha King's Breeder

Chapter 23: Train Ride to Nowhere

Troy

I was in deep.

Totally and completely in over my head.

And as I watched Horace approach, his gnarled figure limping through the garden as though he were simply out on a stroll, I tensed, my shoulders tight and rigid as I straightened up to my full height and leaned the rake I was holding against one of the freshly pruned bushes.

The garden had become our meeting place after Maeve had caught me on the outskirts of the castle grounds on my first day in residence. Horace and I had been leaving notes to each other beneath a pile of fallen stones in the dilapidated shed since I arrived in Valoria several weeks ago as prepared to masquerade as Aaron, the breeder. Aaron, the one I knew she was falling in love with.

She didn’t know me. She couldn’t know me. And when she cried out his name while I moved within her, I could have screamed and beat my fists in agony. Oh, I was in trouble. Meeting my mate was not part of the plan.

Neither was trying to save her life.

I was here to trick her, to stall until Damian’s warriors arrived to take over the castle. That was the original plan, at least. No one had said a thing about killing her. Romero wanted me to actually bed her and get her pregnant, potentially holding her hostage until the child was born and Romero could do away with her, or worse, keep her alive to harness her powers.

But I wasn’t Romero’s pawn. I hadn’t even known he existed until the Persephone made port in Avondale, the capital of the Isles, six months ago when Alpha Damian demanded my presence and vaguely explained the mission.

I never considered myself part of Poldesse. We smugględ and pirated for them, sure, but I had grown up running wild with the other orphaned “beach rats” until Keaton had stolen enough coins and gems to have the rotten body of the Persephone towed from its shallow grave on a beach on the island of Suntra and fully renovate her.

Then we sailed the high seas. That was my home. My pack. That was where my loyalties lie.

But then I found out I had a living grandfather, and everything changed.

I would have done anything to know him, to look upon his face and maybe, just maybe, see a hint of the mother I couldn’t remember.

But Romero was a monster. A sick, deranged old man. And as I stood in the garden waiting for Horace to make his way toward me, I realized how much of a monster I was being to Maeve myself.

I had to get out of it. I had to get her out of it.

“So, it’s done? You’ve-”

“Slept with her?” I hissed, keeping my voice low lest the gardeners were listening. I always spent my mornings in the garden, not having much else to do. The physical labor was good for me.

“Yes. Were you successful?”

grasping the rake once more and running it over the freshly cut grass. Horace’s lips stretched into a thin smile as he watched me, my obvious disdain for him seemingly adding years to his life. He was always lurking around, keeping an eye on me. I

I

gardening equipment

“Where are you going?”

tell you? He’s sending me

beady eyes scanning the garden as he took a step toward me, his arm outstretched as though the skeleton

snorted, looking up at Romero’s tower for a moment before flashing Horace a beaming, although fake, smile. “See

here, you insolent

out of the dirt-smeared

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23: Train Ride

Maeve took the glass of sparkling water from

forever. I’ll be back tomorrow

you going on?” She sipped her drink, her full, pink lips lingering

hadn’t been together intimately since that night in the library a week ago. I had been trying to avoid her as much as I could. I always tried to avoid her. But she kept pulling me back in. I

the port for him,” I said, gripping my pint

then made a face, putting it back down on the café

“What’s the matter?”

and not one

the market stalls were flooding with people. “What are

don’t know. I didn’t

me another look, her face somewhat clouded with

upset?” I

“What happens now, Aaron?”

the way I always did when she mentioned Aaron’s name. I knew this conversation

was pregnant well, the real Aaron would’ve been packed up on a ship headed for Finaldi in a week’s time. What’s the plan? I thought helplessly. looking over at her and trying to steel my expression. Damian’s men would be here in two weeks to take over. Romero would be free.

I could get word to the Persephone

looking into her

I quickly drained the last of my beer, wiping my mouth on the back of my hand. I stood and rounded the table, squeezing her shoulder as I bent down, whispering, “We can talk about

fingers ached as my touch left her skin, and I walked off the curb. I tucked them in the pockets

office had given me a schedule for the Port of Valoria when I requested one two weeks ago. I was looking for the Persephone, knowing she would dock at the port at least once during my stay. I knew Keaton wouldn’t be a part of Damian’s invasion, he had made that very clear. But, I needed to catch her first and get word to Keaton somehow, let him know I needed him to linger in the waters off

would be

on the platform, glancing over my shoulder every once and a while to be sure

railway to the port was