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.

He was staring right at me, and lifted his flute of champagne in my direction as he nodded his head. I lifted

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my surprise, he

glancing at Hanna before walking out of our quiet

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

took me in skeptically, but no one said a harsh word. They just stared, which made me more uncomfortable than an insult

a man of roughly fifty. He was tall and lean with graying

nodded, wishing I had pockets to tuck my hands into to stop myself from fidgeting. “Only bad

of Breles, laughed heartily. “To be sure, to be sure.” Silas took a swig of

is too

him self with this

searched Silas’s eyes for a moment, finding

do. He’s my wife’s brother

arched his brow, leaning forward into the semi–circle of

lips before adding, “He beat me up the first time we met. I de served it, of course. I did kidnap his sister and aid

was forming a perfect O as he continued to stare, surprised by my words. What

groups of party–goers to stop and stare. I sipped my drink,

him, Lynus. What

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

to talk to you, in

of men and I followed Lynus out of the ballroom to an outside terrace, which overlooked the gar

other small groups and couples who were mingling in the coolness of the night.

the first time that evening, I felt as

are not at all what I was expecting when Alpha Ethan summoned the

mean to

your

nostrils flaring. “I assure

Troy. I think you’ll make a fine Alpha for Poldesse. I 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-”

had not only been found but had married Ethan’s daughter, shocked everyone. I can’t even begin to explain what was

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

ous. I had no idea what the f*ck I was doing, which he

house. Set firm, immovable boundaries. Win back

is not the

you want. But it needs

your role in all of this, exactly? You made it sound like you no longer live

then, very harsh. Every pack was constantly at war. The Isles was the only place where only one Alpha ruled, you know, and it was at the cen ter of what felt like everything at the time. So

you think that’s what I’m going to

this, you have to understand. As an Elder of the

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

the matter, and now the entirety of our kind seemed to be willing to give