Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder

Chapter 116: Wedding Day Confirmation
**Madalynn’s POV
Who did Talon think he was, anyway?
He was a Beta-not a Luna! He couldn’t tell me when I could see my fiance!
I rushed over to my father’s suite, determined not to let what happened yesterday happen again today. Talon hadn’t let me see Ethan when I’d wanted to speak to him yesterday, but he wasn’t going to stop me now.
Not if I could help it, anyway.
As I turned the corner near my father’s room in a rush, I ran into someone. She gasped, and almost lost her balance.
It was unbelievable how those b*tches could be so clumsy. I scolded her, “Do you not know how to walk?!”
She looked at me, wide-eyed, like a doe, staring into a bright light. Then I recognized her- the awful maid who used to serve Rosalie. Her name. whatever that was.
Rosalie
that d*mn Rosalie! If it wasn’t for her, Ethan would’ve already been mine! And this b*tch served her!
“What the h*ll do you think you’re looking at, b*tch?”
“N-nothing,” she stammered, dropping her gaze.
Snapping my fingers at my guards, I insisted, “Bring her.”
“No, please!” she screeched, but they had her in their grasps and dragged her harshly the last few steps to my father’s room.
We burst through the door. He wasn’t in the sitting area, which was just as well. It would give me a few moments alone with this wh*re before I went to talk to him.
“Please, Miss Mad-” she began, but my open palm connected with her pale cheek before she could get the words out.
The slap left her face red, her head snapping to the side as tears rolled from her eyes. She didn’t fall, though, because my men were holding her.
I liked the sound of a good slap, skin on skin. “Shut up, b*tch,” I told her as I let loose again. “I know who you are. I know where your loyalty lies.” I hit her again. This time, I used my fist and made her pretty pink mouth a shade of crimson.
She whimpered, but it was hard to hear her over my guards’ laughter. I hit her a few more times before I grabbed the top of her hair and yanked her down to her knees twisting her neck so she was forced to look up at me. “Listen, b*tch, if you don’t want to become my permanent punching bag, no one hears about this, got it?”
“Y-yes, Miss Madalynn,” she said, coughing blood.
“Luna Madalynn,” I corrected her.
“L-luna,” she managed.
I laughed again and then shoved my knuckles up into her chin before I heard my father’s office door open. “Madalynn, what are you doing?” he asked. “Let her be.”
Sighing, I let her go and waved my hand so the guards would take her away. My father walked back into his office, and I took a moment to recompose myself. I’d had my fun, but now I needed to get my thoughts back together.
All of this waiting around was really starting to get to me. I didn’t know how much longer I could wait for Ethan to finally make me his Luna. The longer he waited, the more likely that he might change his mind.

I couldn’t let that happen.
Now that he was back in the capital, I knew I needed to do something. I decided it was time to take matters into my own hands
But I likely couldn’t do it on my own. I needed an ally. Someone I could trust.
Without knocking, I pushed my way into my father’s office. He had returned to his desk and was working on some boring paperwork. I let out a loud sigh, attempting to get him to look up, but he just sat there like he didn’t hear me.
So I did it again. This time, he grunted and looked up, setting his pen aside and looking at me like I was interrupting something important. “What is it now, Madalynn?”
“I want to marry Ethan, Father. And I want to marry him now.” I folded my arms and looked down at the floor between my heels. I couldn’t help but pout a bit. I thought that, by now, I’d be the Luna, his Luna, standing proudly next to him, and calling the most gorgeous man my mate.
“You need to be patient, Madalynn,” my father said. “You have to give Ethan a chance to get back into the routine of being here. He’s only just returned from his time at the front.”
“But what if he leaves again, and I haven’t even gotten a chance to have the wedding?” I turned around and headed to the balcony that overlooked a garden. It was a nice day, but I couldn’t even enjoy it. Every day may as well be cloudy and overcast without Ethan following through with his promise to make me his wife.
The screech of my father’s chair across the floor told me he was abandoning his precious paperwork and coming to his little girl in my time of need. At least someone cared about me.
I felt his heavy hand on my arm and turned to look at me. “He’ll go through with it, Madalynn. He has to. King James has given him the order to.”
I knew my father’s words were meant to comfort me, but they didn’t. “It would be nice if he wanted to. He hasn’t even come to see me since he’s returned.”
Father patted my arm a few times and then withdrew his hand, leaning on the railing next to me. “Listen, you must understand. He was under the impression that he would be the heir to the throne. He was so proud, thinking he would be the next king. Now, you, and we, mean a lot more to him if he were to maintain his influence in the Eastern kingdom… If you’re so worked up about having the wedding moved up, why don’t you go speak to Ethan about it? Perhaps he will agree to have it earlier, before he goes back out to the field.”
I raised an eyebrow as I listened to my father’s words. Imagining Ethan agreeing to that made my heart flutter, but then, I visualized the opposite. Shaking my head, I told my father. “I don’t think I want to do that, Father. A cold, hard refusal from Ethan would be devastating, and I’ve had enough disappointment to last me a lifetime recently.”
My father took a deep breath and looked away, and I got the impression there was something he wasn’t telling me, something important.
“The situation is fluid, Madalynn. It continues to change. I think you may be surprised at what Ethan has to say. The only way to know for sure is to find out. Just go speak to him. Be demure. Perhaps he will agree.”
“Demure?” I repeated. “Are you implying that I’m not always demure?” My eyes widened at the slight insult.
My father chuckled under his breath. “Good luck to you, Madalynn. Let me know how it goes.” He turned and walked back to his desk.
“Now?” I asked. “Do you mean for me to go now?”
“Why not?” my father asked. “I believe he’s in his room at the moment. They are taking a break from meetings about the war… Just be sure to knock this time.”
growled at him, and he laughed again.
With a deep breath, I headed out the door, wondering if I could seriously ask Ethan such a thing.
“Demure,” I said to myself. “Of course, I’ll be demure…”
It took several minutes for me to arrive at Ethan’s door since our rooms were nowhere near his, something that had always irritated me since we had arrived at the capital.
D*mn it! That f*cking Talon was just exiting Ethan’s door and glanced at my direction.
I just didn’t have the time to argue with him, so I retreated back to hide around a corner. Hopefully, he didn’t see me.
After a couple minutes, I peeked out and was pleased that Talon was no longer there guarding Ethan’s door.
Finally, I got to Ethan’s room and knocked on the door.
“Yes?” Ethan called from within, and even the sound of his voice had me giddy inside.
He was an extremely attractive man, after all, besides all the other benefits of marrying him.
I poked my head in first, remembering my father’s advice. “Hello, Ethan,” I said, smiling sweetly at him. “I hope I’m not disturbing you. May I come in?”
He stared at me for a moment, his dark eyebrows crinkled. “Yes.”
I smiled and walked into the room, noting that he was alive. He was sitting on a couch in the living room area, putting on his shoes. When he bent forward, he cringed a little, like it hurt.
“Were you injured in battle?” I asked him. “I hadn’t heard.”
“I’m fine.” He finished with his shoes and looked at me. “What is it, Madalynn?”
“Oh, well, I’m sorry to disturb you. I know you’re very busy since you’ve returned. I just wanted to see you. I’ve missed you so much.”
“Okay.” He looked at me with those heavy eyes-and that’s all he said.
What did he mean by okay?! Not, “I missed you, too.” Not, “Come here and let me hold you, my fiancée.” Not, “I thought about you every day while I was gone.” A simple, “Okay.”?!
But then. I knew he was a man of few words, and I tried to keep that in the forefront of my mind as I continued.
you
“Well, then…” I said, pressing on, “I assume that you’ll want to return to the front soon, and since that’s the case, perhaps and I should go ahead and get married while you’re here. Right away. Without waiting.”
I froze, my hands on the back of the chair across from where he was sitting, holding my breath, praying to the Moon Goddess that she’d make him say yes.
Ethan stared at me, his expression unreadable. I thought I saw a flicker of something in his eyes, but I couldn’t tell what it was-a mix of passion and… anger?
Surely not… And then, he said, “All right then.”
It was my turn to stare at him. “What’s that now?” I asked, thinking there was no way that I had heard him correctly.
He stood and tucked his shirt in, and I realized he was getting ready to leave the room. “I said fine, Madalynn. How many days do you need? Two? Will that be enough?”