Sould As The Alpha King's Breeder

Chapter 69: The Fake Ciana

*Ciana*

It was late afternoon when I saw that the coast was clear, and I

decided to go ahead and go to my parents’ house. I could tell Warren had moved in because the light was on in the Master suite.

I had a feeling that Raymond would insist that Warren take the best room in the house.

I would have to sneak in like a common thief, but once I was in there and with Warren, I should be safe. I didn’t think that the servants would be hanging around Warren too much since he could easily just tell them to leave him be.

I could see Warren pacing around the room. Carefully, so as not to fall or draw attention to myself, I made my way to the window of the Master suite. Keeping my balance, I situated my knees on the window sill and knocked on the window.

He jumped a bit when he saw me, and then rushed over to open the window, helping me inside. “Thank the goddess you’ re here! I was worried. It seemed to have taken you a while. Did you run into trouble?”

“No. Sorry to make you worry,” I said. “I wanted to make sure no one saw me.” I straightened my clothing and took a deep breath, happy to have made it in. Now, I felt relatively safe-at least for the moment.

“You have a beautiful home! I’m impressed,” Warren praised. He poured me a glass of cool water from a pitcher and handed it over. He was so thoughtful-unlike some people…..

“Thank you. Mom and Dad poured their love into this house. It indeed is a wonderful place.” I couldn’t help but smile.

“Is this the Luna and Alpha’s bedroom?”

“Yes. Why?” I asked him, taking a sip of the drink. The cold water felt good going down my throat. I looked around at the familiar space and instantly missed my parents.

My heart felt heavy as my eyes landed on a picture of the three of us that was sitting on my mother’s dresser.

When would they be home?

“I should’ve asked for another room,” Warren said, causing me to give him my full attention.

“No, you’re totally fine. Even if my parents were home, they’d put you here. You’re the prince. You’re not just another visitor.”

His cheeks pinked slightly with my compliment. “Still, Ciana, I feel rude.”

“It’s all good, Warren. I promise.”

Just then, we heard voices in the hallway. I lifted a finger to my lips to signal him to be quiet.

Maids. They were passing by in a bit of a rush. I assumed they had decided the whole rest of the house needed a thorough cleaning now that a distinguished guest was staying here.

met him yet,” one of the women was

love to tend the flowers. Her

were out of earshot, I said, “Since she is

take care of the garden in the past, so I was curious to see how this new version of me

nodded. “I think that’s a splendid idea, but we’ll have to make

Luckily, it was getting dark, as long as we were careful, it shouldn’t be a problem.

was careful to watch for servants

It was easy to find a

her, a wave of fury washed over me. I wanted to run right over to her and accuse her of pretending to be me. But I knew that wouldn’t

kneeling in front of my mother’s prize rose bushes, a pair of shears in hand, trimming away the weeds

behind a large blooming tree. It smelled lovely, but I couldn’t think about the beauty of the garden or the fact that I was finally home again at the

needed to concentrate on listening to what the servants

and I recognized them as people who had worked in my parents’ home for

preferred to be by myself most of the time. But this Ciana must’ve been different because they were clearly there as her

they were talking.

the palace has matured her quite a bit, don’t you

I agree. They must’ve given the

she seems so

how much self-control the Alpha’s daughter is able to exhibit now,” another woman was saying. She had her hands folded in front of her, standing like a statue, all prim and proper. “Do

older man said, shaking his head. “It was nearly impossible to keep the dust out of

a nod of approval. “Fit to marry a

and Prince Warren is

then, my eyes widening, but he wouldn’t meet my gaze, and since we

servants continued to go on and on about how elegant “I” was now until it started to irritate me.

don’t know what they’re talking about. Uppity snobs.” He made a face, and I had to

opinions shouldn’t matter to me, and they all sounded like they were simply trying to impress one another with their knowledge of

her gardening gloves. “I

lady,” the first woman said, rushing over to take her gloves. “We

direction. They would walk past the bushes we were hiding behind, but

men gathered up the basket of flowers fake

path in front of her. I ducked down lower, and Warren swiveled to

path. Somehow, the servant managed to catch his toe. He

managed to trip over the back of him, falling

“Ahh-!”

for this us not being discovered. Why were

managed to grab fake Ciana mid-fall before she could see me and before she could further injure herself. Luckily, it was dark,