Sould As The Alpha King's Breeder

Chapter 71: How Did You End Up Here Too?

*Ciana*

At my parents’ house, I waited for Warren to get back. Things with that fake Ciana must have been going well because it was taking a while for him to return.

I stood up and started pacing around the living room. Warren was taking longer than I thought. A part of me started to worry about him, but he was Prince Warren. Not even Beta Raymond was stupid enough to move against a prince. I knew

Warren could take care of himself.

My mind kept wandering back to the man I’d seen, Tallis. Well, that was what Nelson called him, but he just felt like Theo.

He stood like him, talked like him, and even had his scent. I’d been around the Dark Prince enough to know the kind of person he was, and this Tallis just reminded me of Theo.

Although, he did look different once I got the chance to get a closer view of him.

But, if I could disguise myself well enough that people thought I was a boy, and if “Fake Ciana” could use magic to look like me, why couldn’t someone do the same with Theo?

Maybe Theo was trying to disguise himself as an unknown carnival worker. But this was Prince Theo! There was no reason for him to do so.

First of all, he hadn’t cared that I was leaving, he hadn’t even come to say goodbye to me. Why would he follow me all the way to my pack? Why would he care what was going on in my pack?

He’d made it pretty clear in the days before I left that he didn’t care.

Besides, if that Tallis guy was Theo, why try to hide it, especially from me? The only reason Theo would come here would be to make good on his word and help my pack. Not because he cared about me but because he was keeping his word as a prince. But then, he wouldn’t have to hide his identity from me.

Sighing, I rubbed my hands on my thighs and sat down on the couch.

As soon as my butt hit the cushion, the doorknob clicked and Warren walked through the front door with a grin on his face.

“I take it your chat went well?” I asked, jumping up to greet him.

‘He nodded. “Your look alike invited me on a date. We’ll meet

up three nights from now in the packhouse gardens,” he said.

Something flickered in his eyes and his smile fell slightly.

“Packhouse? So she didn’t want to come back here?” I murmured to myself, but that didn’t matter. “Isn’t that a good thing?”

“Yes, it is a good time for me to fish more information out of her. I’ll see if I can poke some more holes in her identity. It could help later,” he suggested.

accomplished for the night,” I

said with a nod. Warren sighed heavily and headed to the

happy. I’m sorry that I forced you into

but Warren obviously still felt bad tricking a

“You know, you truly have a good heart. If this is getting too hard, we

there is someone trying to steal your life and your identity. You don’t deserve that. You’re

I added. “I hope you understand how much it means to me and

***

up a large tent on Alvar territory. It wasn’t unusual for traveling entertainment groups to show up from time to time in different pack territories. They didn’t belong to any pack, but they had to follow the laws and rules of whoever’s

much, which was why I was so determined to stop Raymond from

that no one in my pack could recognize me and

to be

busy. I saw a few women walk by on their hands. Others were dressed in glittering unitards, trapeze slung over their shoulders. One burly, hairy man was walking around with a bull whip coiled around

looked like they were getting

Nelson greeted me when he saw me,

just dropped by to learn more about your performance program, is that

course! I can tell a fellow carnival fan

he said, beckoning me to

of the tent blocked off with red, silk curtains. He used a collapsible table for a desk and

from animals in another section of the tent. There was

extreme acts in your carnival,” I

it all,” Nelson said, rummaging through the papers on his makeshift desk. “We’ve got exotic animals, high flying trapeze swingers, jugglers, clowns, and a tightrope walker. I can assure you, we have the finest array of performing artists you’ll ever see in addition to

“I bet,” I muttered.

obvious. I had to keep it focused on the

he said, finally fishing a program

the animal tamer and trapeze artists. Nelson was featured on the cover, too, but there wasn’t a single picture of

Tallis in the program,” I commented, using that

own. He tends to get in trouble with that bad attitude of his. So, he comes

for?” I asked,

and nodded

has always been so surly and bad tempered, but he’s never

the same

like bad

mouth before I could stop

are interested in my brother, then?” Nelson asked, arching an

head rapidly. “No. Not in that regard. I did have some questions about his act,

I see that carnival spark in your

at a standing white board in the corner of his temporary office. There was a very complicated, color coded schedule written on the white