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.

nasogastric tube,” Maeve said, matter-of-factly, sipping from a huge cup of water. She seemed pleased

though. He nursed just fine about an hour ago. And those two

of me. Troy colored, however, glancing at

the past day and a half. And even though I still had my doubts about his abilities to run an entire pack on his own, there wasn’t anyone else I would trust

down at his newborn sons made the tension

was after some thing. He had explained Romero’s desires to me, letting me. Know he kept that part of the scheme a secret from

to tell her about his desire

such a quest. His world revolved around Maeve, and for that I was grateful. He had just

“What’s wrong, Dad?”.

to Maeve, who blinked, watching with

just… lost in

Troy to compare the two babies they were holding. I looked back

in color. I remembered Rowan and Maeve’s eyes looking like that once and how we marveled at the dramatic trans

said softly to the baby

little into what | was sure was

reached for the apple on the table next to the bed, rolling it in her hands. She

the fact that she just gave birth to triplets, but there much more to

reassurance. I smiled softly to myself, taking what

arms eventually falling asleep. I reached up and ran a finger across his cheek, marveling at the miracle that was my

Charlie.” Troy looked down at the baby he was holding, tilting his head to the side before glancing at the one in Rosalie’s arms. “I think he’s Charlie,

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

hour. “Troy wanted to name one of them Charles because of the journal he found in Lycaon’s

fine name. A strong one.” I shifted the little one’s weight in my arms,

like Gabriel,” Maeve

do you think about William?”

is a nice one,” Troy agreed, looking

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in his arms. “Is that

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

Maeve smiled, popping open a bag

it your father’s name?” Troy asked

shook her head, chuck ling. “Oh, no. We

Troy looked a little embarrassed

name was Willa,” Rosalie replied, patting Troy on

motioning toward the sleeping in fant in my arms. I had already decided his name was “Little One,”

powerful, something with meaning.” Maeve crinkled the chip bag

up at each one, even though Troy

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

of the name Soren?” Troy asked noncha Jantly, sipping coffee from a

against his shoulder.

holding, out of shock. I figured Maeve had told Troy about her

but never around long enough to form much of a bond, especially when it

the confusion in her eyes as she looked at Troy,

it’s a

name Soren from?” I

ly.

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

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

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