Sould As The Alpha King's Breeder

Sold As The Alpha King’s Breeder Chapter 311

Chapter 91 : Little One

Rosalie

“Rosalie,” Ethan whispered.

I opened my eyes to his voice, his face only inches from mine. The dream I had been having disintegrated and fell back into the furthest recesses of my mind, the calm silence of sleep interrupted by background noise; papers rustling and the foot steps of someone unfamiliar walking by.

“Maeve’s awake. She’s alright. Troy is with the boys.”

“The boys? On-” | sat upright, expecting to feel pain, but I felt… nothing. I turned to Ethan slowly, gooseflesh prickling across my skin.

He smiled, tears welling in his eyes. “Everyone’s okay. Even the little one. He’s-he’s perfect, honey. I mean -” Ethan looked like he was about to cry. He was choking on the words.

I pulled him into me, my hand on the back of his head as he knelt between my knees. He crumbled in my arms, and I let my own tears fall into his hair.

Oh, Goddess. They were okay. It had worked. I had my pow ers again.

“Is the baby… is his heart…” I couldn’t finish the sentence with out breaking down.

Ethan nodded, his strained laugh making us both tremble. “The doctors checked him out. The hole is gone, almost like it was never there. He is small though; I’ve never seen anything so

small. Barely three pounds.”

“Oh, my,” I said, unable to stop myself from smiling. “That is very small.”

“He has no hair, but the other two are – they have very fine red hair, like Maeve did when she was born. Troy had the boys put in a room together, even the little one. He didn’t want them separated. He said it-it was all they knew. They only knew each other.”

“He’s right,” I said, hiccupping. “Oh, I want to see Maeve. Have you seen her yet, since-”

I lifted my head off of his and looked around for the first time. We were in the hospital in Mirage, in a small waiting room. I felt a prickle of unease as I looked around, and Ethan noticed my change in demeanor.

This was one of the only places not touched by Damian’s in vasion, but it still carried the weight of the memory of those in jured during the battle that took place in the city. He looked up at me, then rose to his feet, holding out his hand.

“How do you feel, Grandma?”

| beamed, his words erasing any and all apprehension.

“I feel like new. Let’s go see our daughter.”

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Ethan

Maeve was sitting upright in the hospital bed, a smug grin on her face as we sat around her, each of us holding one of her many babies. She had just been dead, and upon hearing Troy’s retelling of the birth I was absolutely shocked to see her sitting up

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right, talking to us. Overall, he was jolly and light hearted.

“You have a litter,” | said, not even trying to hold back the pure joy in my voice as I looked down at the almost microscopic bundle in my arms.

He was the smallest one of the bunch, so tiny I could practi cally hold his entire body in the palm of one hand. But he was healthy and strong, his coloring a robust pink against the pale yel low swaddle he was wrapped in.

“What’s in his nose?” | asked.

huge cup of water. She seemed pleased

to help him eat, I guess. He doesn’t need it though. He nursed just fine about an hour ago. And those two brutes-” she pointed to the bundles in Troy and Rosalie’s arms, “had no issues whatsoever. I’m surprised

of me. Troy colored, however, glancing at me through his lashes be fore abruptly looking away. He was

was very proud of him for how he’d handled himself over the past day and a half. And even though I still had my doubts about his abilities to run an

at his newborn sons made

thing. He had explained Romero’s desires to me, letting

and Troy didn’t think it was necessary to tell her about his desire for

Troy wasn’t on such a quest. His world revolved around Maeve, and for that I was grateful. He had just saved her life and brought Rosalie back into her

“What’s wrong, Dad?”.

Maeve, who blinked,

just… lost in

leaned into Troy to compare the two babies they were holding. I looked back down at the little one, who was looking up at me, his irises nearly black, even under

blue in one eye, but the other was obsidian in color. I remembered Rowan and Maeve’s eyes looking like that once and how we marveled at the dramatic trans formation their eyes

softly to the baby

opening his mouth just a little into what | was sure was

apple on the table next to the

just been through hell and back, I would have chalked it up to the fact that she just gave birth to triplets, but there

Rosalie for reassurance. I smiled softly to myself, taking what felt like the first deep breath

falling asleep. I reached up and ran a finger across his cheek, marveling at the

his head to the side before glancing at the one

Rosalie said sweetly, giving the baby a huge grin. Goddess, I hadn’t seen her

Charles because of the

a fine name. A strong one.” I shifted the little one’s weight in my arms, wondering silently what name they

like Gabriel,”

do you think about William?”

a nice one,” Troy

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his arms. “Is that

head. “I think that’s it. William. It’s a family name, if you think

isn’t it?” Maeve smiled, popping open a bag

it your father’s

head, chuck ling.

looked a little embarrassed

name was Willa,” Rosalie

him?” I asked, motioning toward the sleeping in fant in my arms.

the chip bag loudly, looking at us

nose up at each one, even though Troy seemed willing to give the poor kid any name in

against our chairs as we took turns handing the babies off to

noncha Jantly, sipping

against his shoulder.

shock. I figured Maeve had told

had been sporadically in Maeve and Rowan’s lives, but never around long enough

at Maeve, I saw the confusion in her eyes as she looked

it’s

the name Soren from?” I asked

ly.

as he turned to me. He was startled at first, but then his eyes narrowed on mine, looking

related to a Soren? The man I knew he-he looks similar to you, I guess. I think-” Troy

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