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.

said, matter-of-factly, sipping from a huge cup of water. She seemed pleased as she

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.

in front of me. Troy colored, however, glancing at me through his lashes be fore abruptly looking

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

down at his newborn sons made the tension loosen in my

been a time when I thought he was after some thing. He had explained Romero’s desires to me, letting me. Know he kept that part of

was dead, and Troy didn’t think it was necessary to tell her about

boys weren’t pawns in Troy’s quest for control, be cause 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

“What’s wrong, Dad?”.

turned to Maeve, who

just… lost in

I looked back down at the little one,

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 took over the next

to the baby

mouth just a little into what | was

the apple on the table next to the bed, rolling it in her hands. She looked slightly un

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

Troy sounded skepti cal, glancing over at Rosalie for reassurance. I smiled softly to myself, taking

newest additions to our family for a long while, the one in my arms eventually falling asleep. I reached up and ran a

head to the side before glancing at

huge grin. Goddess, I hadn’t

a sandwich to go with the three apples she had devoured in the last half hour. “Troy wanted to name one of them Charles because of the journal he found in Lycaon’s tomb. I thought it was a great idea, especial ly after reading it. He

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

Gabriel,” Maeve

do you think about William?”

Troy agreed, looking down at

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in his arms. “Is

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

Maeve smiled, popping open

it your father’s name?” Troy asked

her head, chuck ling. “Oh, no. We don’t talk

embarrassed as

Rosalie

sleeping in fant in my arms. I had already decided his name was

something with meaning.” Maeve crinkled the chip bag loudly, looking

around the room, such as Patroclus, Augustus, Frederick, and Theodore. Maeve turned her nose up at each one, even though Troy seemed willing to give the poor kid

our chairs as we took turns handing

you think of the name Soren?” Troy asked noncha Jantly, sipping coffee from a paper cup while he held

against his shoulder.

dropped Charlie, who I was now holding, out of shock. I figured Maeve had told Troy about her Uncle Soren, but to name their child

closer to Rowan, and had been sporadically in Maeve and Rowan’s lives, but never around long enough to form much of a bond, especially

I saw the confusion in her eyes as she looked at Troy, her mouth slightly

it’s a

name

ly.

He was startled at first, but then his eyes narrowed on mine, looking at me as though for the first

he-he looks similar to you, I guess. I think-” Troy looked from me to Maeve, nearly snapping his neck.

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