Sould As The Alpha King's Breeder

Chapter 55: An Old Friend

Ethan

Don’t look at me. I will come to you.’ Otto’s voice filled my head as I tried to maintain eye contact with the Alpha of Lycenna. I nodded, once, in response to Otto, who I knew was looking right at us.

Otto had been one of my best and most loyal warriors. He had also been a friend, someone who Rosalie and I had loved dearly. Otto had been a large part of our lives when Maeve and Rowan were young. He had asked to be part of the expedition team, and I had let him. I blamed myself for what I believed was his death.

And now? What the hell was he doing here?

“Alpha King,” said the Alpha of Lycenna, dipping his chin to his chest in a short, dramatic bow. I furrowed my brow, narrowing my eyes at the man as he reached for a goblet, his hand shaking as he brought it to his mouth.

“You laid hands on my son,” I said, my voice booming.

“Ah, yes. A misunderstanding, I’m afraid. You are our guests, here. Welcome to Lycenna. I am Alpha Julien, and these are my elders,” he motioned towards the group of men who flanked him on either side. The word elder seemed a strange choice, given that the men were much younger than him. I swallowed, looking them over, steeling my expression as they stared back.

“If we are guests,” I began, “Then we will be leaving,”

“So soon? I’m afraid that’s impossible at the moment. A storm, you see.”

“We can fend for ourselves,”

“Come, sit with my pack. Eat and rest. Tomorrow morning, we will give you what you need to continue your journey north.”

‘Don’t drink the wine,’ Otto said over the mind-link, his voice harboring a plea. I fought the urge to look at him, keeping my eyes forward and locked on the Alpha instead.

Two men stepped up beside Rowan and I, ushering us to another table where we were seated, plates of food set in front of us.

The conversations around us began again. Every once in a while, someone craned their neck to watch us. Rowan chewed his food slowly, his jaw obviously bothering him. I made a mental note to ask about the warriors who had so roughly apprehended us. I would beat the living hell out of the one who had dared to hurt my son.

Rowan reached for his mug of wine, and I reached out, taking it from him. He blinked, looking up from his plate. I shook my head, slowly, pretending to roll my neck and shoulders to hide the motion. He licked his lips, mouth dry, and continued to pick at his food

I took a moment to look around, noticing everyone seemed to look alike here. There were two types of people; one group had dark hair, pale skin, and dark eyes. They were slightly shorter than their lighter counterparts who had tawny hair and darker skin, their eyes a strange, deep gray. I felt a chill run up my spine as I scanned the

room.

Something wasn’t right about this place. Not at all. How had I never known about Lycenna? Or that a pack lived in this unreachable place?

said a man who had appeared behind

to standing. I jumped to my feet, clasping the man by

off of him!” I growled, taking Rowan by the arm. The man held his hands up in surrender. I glanced up

a glance back to where Otto had

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head leaning back against the bed frame as I paced the room, trying to

obviously underground in some kind of cave system that had

been watching me throughout our dinner. I hadn’t liked the way

then snapped shut again, breaking me from my musings. Otto turned the lock, clicking it into place before crossing the room and throwing his

f*ck

a long story, Alpha,” he replied, letting go and taking a step back, his gaze turning towards Rowan. “I’ve missed so much.” He shook his head, looking Rowan up and down with a sober smile on his face. “You were just a boy

nodded, but suspicion was lining his face as he

Rosalie?

a hushed voice, grabbing Otto by the shoulders to face him toward

get out of here. Come with me. I don’t have time to explain!” He pulled on my jacket, but I pushed him away, squaring my

Otto. What happened? It’s been fifteen

looked at me helplessly, fear moving through his face as he swallowed. He shook his head, looking down at the

it would be. We could hear landslides in the distance and knew we needed to stay put until the weather

she here? With you?” I said,

shut again, his eyes misting over. “No, she she died a few years ago. I was

nodded, a fresh wave of loss washing over me. I stole a glance at Rowan, who was looking

she

be with her while she passed away.

scouts out to find the expedition, but the mountains

Seraphine. She was trying to leave on her own. We were ambushed. I never saw

me, his voice soft

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Not different in a good way. They don’t worship the Moon Goddess. They worship Lycaon, you know

don’t worship the Moon Goddess?” Rowan

I

They choose mates based on the probability certain powers will

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