Sould As The Alpha King's Breeder

Chapter 47: Through the Front Door

Rowan

“We’re not that far from the castle, Rowan,” Dad said sternly as he bent to tie his boots. He looked up at me, catching my annoyed expression.

“It would be faster if we shifted-”

“And show up naked to confront whoever’s in the castle right now? No, I think not.”

He did have a point.

I surrendered, leaning against a tree as the rest of the warriors caught up to us, their backs heavy with sacks full of supplies. Dad had said in passing that he meant to take over again, but I hadn’t believed it at the time. Seeing the warriors outfitted for battle made a hard lump form in my throat. We were actually going to do this…

It wasn’t long before we reached the outskirts of the castle grounds. I could see it rising out of the darkness, amber colored light spilling from several windows.

We crouched in the tall grass, Dad motioning for us to move forward a few feet at a time, the group of us spread wide across the field.

“Do you think Maeve is being held in the castle?” I whispered. Dad shook his head, his eyes shining in the moonlight.

“No, she wouldn’t be here. They are holding her somewhere less obvious.”

I opened my mouth to question his thinking, but he held his hand up to quiet me. We moved forward.

Suddenly, a shout came from somewhere near the castle, then laughter. I held my breath and winced as a woman began to scream, pleading with whoever was laughing. I winced, my fingers digging into the earth beneath me as I tried to maintain my composure.

Dad motioned to one of the warriors, who took off through the grass towards the noise. I heard a whooshing sound, then a cracking thump.

The woman was crying, gulping for air as she sobbed a desperate thanks.

“Come on, let’s move,” Dad said, crouching as he walked through the grass, leading up closer to the castle.

“What was that?” I asked.

“I don’t know. I don’t care. We just can’t risk anyone seeing us approach,” he answered.

“How are we going to get inside?”

“Through the front door, of course.”

I stopped, gaping at him. “What?”

“This is my castle, remember?” He gave me a knowing look, his eyes flaming with long subdued fury.

He wasn’t wrong. He was just going to waltz in like he owned the place, apparently

I had heard stories about my father, but those stories didn’t reflect the man I knew. It seemed I was going to meet the man from the stories tonight, however

to the castle. Dad led the way as we approached the door, and opened it wide, stepping in before

front hall was dimly lit by lanterns placed in the

aren’t they using power?” I

while doing so,” Dad said loudly, his voice booming with purpose and echoing through the front hall. “They don’t

the hallways. They were light, their tread soft against the stone pavers

blonde hair falling thinly over her shoulders, her black eyes shining in the lantern light. She swiveled to a stop in front of Dad, her fluffy, emerald green gown rustling

are you?” Dad

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tilting her chin towards dad and giving him a sultry look. She bowed slightly, chuckling to herself as she straightened

the Alpha

again, a shrill sound that echoed

Alpha of Drogomor?” Dad said, his voice harboring an edge of

dead one, or the new

Alpha,” Dad ground out, his

There is no false Alpha of Drogomor. His name is Damian, you might have heard of him?” She was being sarcastic, of

her. She smiled at him, another sultry smile that made my stomach

course you

arched my brow, shocked by the causal manner

you on his schedule?” She giggled, walking a circle around him, running her fingers over

stock still, his face beginning to twist in mingled fury and

she said, leaning into his ear, “if first you come to

throat, catching her off guard. But her look of panic quickly changed

He threw her to the ground, turning back to the warriors and

the castle,

ran into the castle, going in several different directions as they spread out. I stood next to Dad, looking down

dripping from the corner

fact that the woman’s head had smacked against the

“No one knows. Damian

What do you

something Damian needs. Romero gave it to the breeder. He needs-he needs Maeve to-to-* She inhaled deeply, choking on air as her body

| asked,

knitted my brow, looking down at the woman as her head slumped to the side. She

out somewhere in the castle and Dad stilled, his eyes focusing on the stairs. Someone up above screamed, then

whispered, his face etched

“What”

warriors, his clothes torn and tattered

It was

could have told you that!” I yelled, squaring my shoulders, then quickly changing my mind as wolves started pouring down the stairs, jumping over the

bursting through the seams and flexing my scruff as the wolves came to stop before

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