Sould As The Alpha King's Breeder

Advisor to the Alpha

I had lost Maeve in the swell of the crowd an hour ago. Around me was a sea of finery, moving in the rhythm of a string quartet. I had never witnessed such luxury, and a large part of me hoped I wouldn’t be expected to hold parties of such a size when Maeve and I inevitably moved to Avondale and lived in the decrepit and long–neglected castle along the shore.

We’d have quite a bit of work to do before we would ever be able to be the kind of hosts that Ethan and Rosalie were right at this moment.

But this wasn’t my party.

It was, in all aspects, for Rowan.

I could just see the top of his head as I leaned against one of the columns on a far wall, a tall glass of scotch in my hand as I watched the crowd. He was talking to a group of men and their companions, likely Lunas or Betas‘ wives. He seemed at ease as he spoke, his hair trembling as he laughed, leaning into the conversation.

He didn’t give himself credit for how good he could play the part. I wondered, as I lifted my glass to my lips, if I had the wherewithal to play Alpha as well.

“Are you hiding?” Hanna said as she approached, looking flushed and slightly uncomfortable. She had a glass of cham

pagne clutched in her hand so tightly that her knuckles were white.

“Yeah, you could say that.”

“I am too,” she sighed, sipping from the champagne. “My dad is here. Did you know that?”

“Oh, yes. I met him…” I gave her a look, and to my surprise, she laughed, which I don’t think she did very often.

“Poor Aaron. I can’t think how he must feel right now. I think the fact that you and Rowan, especially you, are becom ing Alphas is overshadowing the idea of him becoming Alpha King of the West someday. That is….” She looked a little weary suddenly, peering up at me through her dark lashes.

“I have no interest in being Alpha King of Findali, Hanna.”

“But it is your birthright through your grandfather, from what I’ve heard.”

“And who did you hear that from?”

“This may be a party for Rowan, but all anyone can talk about is you.” She sipped from her champagne, scanning the crowd. A few heads were turned in our direction.

I let myself blush, somewhat thankful to hear someone close to me say it out loud. I realized I hadn’t ever had so much as a polite conversation with Hanna before this mo ment, but I found her nice, easy of temper, and just as unso ciable as myself. You had to be those things to be successful in a relationship with people like Maeve and Rowan, who tended to steal the show wherever they went.

I looked around, hoping to set my gaze on my wife. She was hard to miss in that fluffy blue gown and her towering height. I thought I could see her copper–blonde curls, but I could have been wrong. Anyway, she was likely enjoying her self, and for that I was thankful.

Ernest stumbled up to us, clutching Gemma by the arm as they laughed. They were both drunk; that was obvious.

“Oh, Hanna! I was looking for you!” Gemma slurred, her mouth stretched into a beaming smile. Gemma was really beautiful all done up, and Ernest seemed to notice. He was currently whispering in her ear, and based on the color of her cheeks, I would be willing to bet they would disappear from the gala altogether and go back to their room to enjoy them selves while George was staying the night in the nursery with the rest of the boys. George would have to take a bottle tonight whether he liked it or not.

That is, if the two of them could manage to get up the stairs with nothing but champagne coursing through their veins.

I smiled as I brought my scotch to my lips, sipping the drink slowly and enjoying the burn of it while I watched Gem ma fire off words in rapid succession to Hanna, who was try ing her damnedest to make sense of whatever she was saying.

crowd once more, catching the eye of Lynus, the elder who represented Avondale. He was staring right at me, and lifted his flute of

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my surprise, he

glancing at Hanna before walking out

as I walked up to the group of men standing in a tight

no one said a harsh word. They just stared, which made

esting story you have,” said a man of roughly fifty.

to tuck my hands into to stop myself from

Silas Evermore, a promi nent businessman with ties to the Alpha of Breles, laughed heartily. “To be sure, to be sure.” Silas took a swig of his scotch, then motioned toward my glass, which I was gripping for dear life. “Not a champagne man, I take

is too fancy an

King Ethan has really outdone him self with

Silas’s eyes for a moment, finding them friend ly

He’s my wife’s brother and a

leaning forward into the semi–circle of curious companions. “And were you not friends

adding, “He beat me up the first time

the group, and everyone was staring at me. Silas’s mouth was forming a perfect O as he continued to stare, surprised by

of party–goers to stop and stare. I sipped

were right about him,

how to respond, but the conversation carried on without me. Lynus eventually moved to my side,

like to talk to

our heads in farewell to the group of men and I followed

small groups and couples who were mingling in the coolness of the night. He glanced around to make sure we were truly alone, which sent a shiver of

the first time that evening, I felt as though my

I was expecting when Alpha Ethan summoned the Elders to hold a conference,” he said,

didn’t mean

knew your parents.

deeply, nostrils flaring. “I assure

know what it’s like there, on the Isles. I lived there during the start of Damian’s reign. You would’ve been in your infancy, then. I remember… listen. I-”

news that you, the child of Maddalyn and Behar, had not only been found but had married Ethan’s daughter, shocked everyone. I can’t even begin to explain what was said. But you must know this, and know it well. Poldesse needs… it needs more than you realize.

are islands of rogues now, Troy. In reality, those who still pledge loyalty to the pack number

no idea what the f*ck

immovable boundaries. Win back the Isles with force,

That is not

But it needs

what is your role in all of this, exactly? You made it sound

the like were ever born… Times were different then, very harsh. Every pack was constantly at war. The Isles

what I’m going

our stance on the subject. I shouldn’t even be telling you this, you have to understand. As an Elder of the High Council I’m supposed to remain unbiased, to see the politics

my background?” It was the question I had been asking myself for months, ever since the moment Maeve had forgiven me for tricking her,

of our kind seemed to be willing to give me