Sould As The Alpha King's Breeder

Sold As The Alpha King’s Breeder Chapter 319

Chapter 99: The Coronation

Maeve

“Where the hell is he?” | asked Myla, who was leaning against one of the columns in the ballroom, looking a little flustered herself. She was dressed in an insanely flattering sea -green colored gown, the same color as the silky ribbons wo ven into her braids. She shrugged, tilting the remaining cham pagne in the flute she was holding into her mouth.

“Where is anyone we know? There has to be five-hundred people here, if not more. I haven’t seen Keaton since we en tered the castle!”

“I’m surprised Keaton even agreed to come. It sounds like he and Troy had a major falling out-”

“Keaton is mad at Troy for leaving their little group of pi rates, that’s all. They’re brothers in all aspects but one. They’ll be friends again.”

“Just not Alpha and Beta.”

To my surprise, Myla shrugged, tapping her flute with her nails.

“I should probably get another drink. Gemma is way ahead of us, you know. Last I saw her she was tearing up the dance floor with Ernest. I don’t think she knows up from down at this point.”

“Oh, they deserve a little fun. Especially now that Ernest isn’t tied into being all poised and proper. I’ve never seen him

so happy, honestly.” I ran my hands down my dress, wonder ing if I’d be able to dance in it.

“I can get you another drink, if you want?”

“No, it’s okay. I should probably go to the nursery and, uh, use that Goddess-forsaken breast pump again. It’s basically what they use on cows, you know. That’s what I am. A dairy cow. I hate to pump and dump and waste this liquid gold, but the babies have enough to last them for the night, and I have been drinking.”

“From breeder to feeder,” Myla uttered dramatically, and I almost choked on what little remained of my champagne.

Just thinking about pumping made my breasts ache, but they were full and threatening to soak through my gown if I didn’t do something about it, and fast. I had pumped enough milk to see the boys happily fed for the rest of the night, but that didn’t stop my body from deciding it needed to make more.

I sighed, looking around once more for Troy before leav ing the ballroom and heading toward the servants’ quarters, which were bustling with noisy activity. The nursery was on the second floor and was a cozy little apartment of sorts with a room for the nanny, a playroom, and a bedroom for the ba bies of both our family and those who belonged to the ser vants.

“Can I help you with anything, Princess?” said a maid, her face flushed and hair frazzled from the activities of the evening.

“Oh, no. It’s alright. I was just going up to the nursery to uh, to uh…” I trailed off, feeling sheepish.

“Oh my dear, the babies have gone to bed hours ago. In gra is upstairs with them,” she replied, tilting her head toward the servant’s stairwell that led up to the upper floors of the

castle.

“I just need to uh, to um…” Goddess, I should’ve had that second glass of champagne.

“You need the pump? Ingra thought you might eventually. Come with me.” She turned on her heel and sped off, and I hiked up my skirts to follow her, careful not to get in the way as servants passed by with trays stacked with used plates and silverware.

She led me to one of the sitting rooms reserved especially for the use of our workers, which was cozy, comfortable, and a quiet refuge from the hustle and bustle of the rest of the servants’ quarters and busy commercial kitchen.

She closed the door behind us, helping me undo the clasps on the back of my dress so I could free my arms from my sleeves and fold the fabric that covered my chest down over my lap.

And ah, what a relief it was to sit in solitude for a moment, letting the milk flow. I felt renewed in a way, ready to face the rest of the evening as the maid silently carried the pump away and helped me redress.

“The boys are just fine upstairs. Master William had a bit of a fuss but settled down once he was placed in bed with the others,” she told me softly, clasping my dress and reaching up to adjust my immaculate updo.

alone,” I said with a somber smile, a wave of guilt washing over

a fluffy, star-covered

Troy was right in that I needed

on the wall, unsure of what

An imposter.

it was time for that second glass of

the maid back through the servants’ quarters, telling her repeatedly to find me if anything were to happen to the boys, even if it was the smallest thing that felt huge to me, like they

began

must be time, I thought, taking a deep breath. Rowan would

would be crowned Alpha of Luna of a pack we

I could take another step toward the ballroom, someone had me by the waist, and I was whisked into one of the many small sitting rooms that lined the main hallway on the first floor. I yelped in surprise, but found myself face to face

-” | stammered, my heart racing. He gave

want you,” he

mouth dropped out. “Right now? You’re about to be come an Alpha in like,

he closed in on me, em bracing me roughly. “We

like scotch –” he kissed me thoroughly, and I pulled away, laughing. “And you taste like

a difference,” he replied as he backed me up against the wall, running his hands

“Troy, you are wasted!”

“… yes, I am.”

for a moment before he arched his brow, giving me

in a blur of motion, he disappeared beneath my

out of there!

lost all ability to think

I succumbed

a very compro mising position as he knelt, all

arching my hips

thighs, keeping me

the sound coming from the ballroom. It distorted as a wave of ecstasy washed over my body, weakening my knees to the point that Troy’s grip on me

panted, feeling more like falling into a heap of blue fabric on the floor then righting myself and

skirts, trying to free himself from the many layers of fabric. I

and I fought with him for a moment as I tried to

my hand away as he bent back

to the lacey fabric that was now torn in two pieces.

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into the fireplace.

be needing them,” he said shortly, then glanced at me, a boyish gleam

enough. Let’s go before we miss our

his hands over my arms. “I love you,”

using

hand and led

broach of Drogomor on his sash. I was clasping Troy’s hand, squeezing it, as the coronation

the crest say? I can’t see it from here!” I asked Troy, who narrowed his eyes as

said something in a language I didn’t understand be fore clarifying, “it means

back up at the stage,

gently as he moved out of the way and the High Priestess of

and began to pray over Rowan, then

stepped onto the stage and was quickly ushered

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