Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder

Chapter 240

Chapter 20: Just Like Your Mother

Troy-Three Nights Ago

"Troy. So, you came.”

As if I had a choice. Romero was the whole reason I was in this place, trying not to get struck by lightning or drown in the unrelenting humidity while Aaron was stranded on a beach in the Isles of Denali, enjoying a cool drink and tanning his nearly translucent skin on the soft, white sand.

I eyed Romero coolly as he neared, his cane tapping against the stone floor with each slow step in my direction.

"You look like your mother,” he said with a strange, slightly menacing smile. I bit the inside of my lip to stop myself from saying anything, willing myself to have a filter for the first time in my life. "But I understand that you wouldn't know her, would you?”

I swallowed, tucking my hands in my pockets.

"Ah, yes. That's what I thought.” Romero finally reached the bars, sitting down on a stool. The action took most of his strength, and he was quiet for a moment as his heavy breathing returned to normal. "You know I've been up here for twenty years, Troy?”

I nodded, once, watching the man as he coughed into his fist.

"Ah, yes. Twenty years in this tower. Almost longer than that Alpha below us has been alive, did you know that? I'm sure you assumed he wasn't the man that put me here, no, that was Talon. The half-wit's father. Ethan’s Beta. Of course, King James was still in power then.” He looked away from me toward the landing of the stairs, snickering. "Ethan. Ha! Tell me, have you seen his girl? The daughter, what was her name... Maeve? Say, does she look like her mother? Do you know who I' m talking about-”

"She looks like Ethan, Romero," I said bluntly, color rising in my cheeks at the mention of Maeve's name. In truth, I only knew what Ethan looked like from the handful of portraits I had seen scattered around the castle, but the resemblance was uncanny. Maeve was her father's daughter, the fair version of her father's dark and brooding characteristics.

"Ah, so he speaks more than one word at a time,” he laughed, a dry choking sound that made the hair on my arms stand on end. "I was told you didn't start talking until you were five years n

"I didn’t have much to say," I growled, struggling to maintain my composure. I hadn't needed to say much as a child, anyway, having grown up bouncing from island to island in the Isles, working on the ships for the pack of Poldesse that crept through the waters like ghosts in the mist. I was one of many orphaned or abandoned boys absorbed by the pack and used like workhorses.

But I was different. I had Alpha blood. I was a descendant of Romero. My mother was his daughter, Madalynn.

He chuckled. "So she looks like Ethan, eh? How unfortunate for the girl. Her mother was a real beauty at one time. Ethan's breeder, she was.” He paused, his beady blue eyes creasing with mirth. "And a sl*t."

I was taken aback by this comment and narrowed my eyes on him. "What are you talking about?"

He didn't answer.

Romero peered at me through the bars, his eyes cloudy with age. I wondered briefly if he could see very well at all now. "When do they come? The reinforcements?"

"A month, give or take,” I said shortly, watching his face fall and his eyes narrow.

"Ha! Damian has lost his grip on those wolves, hasn't he? Insolent sod.”

"You realize what you asked of us, right? How difficult it will be to get you out of Valoria?” I sneered, stepping forward. I had heard of Romero, and had known we shared blood. That's why I had been sent to Valoria when word of Ethan’s plans for the future of his family's hold on Valoria trickled down through the trade route. His daughter was being used to bring forth a new heir, the breeder a man from his new alliance with the Red Lakes pack.

willing to divulge a wealth of knowledge about Maeve's family and their whereabouts but failed to mention a massive injury he acquired in Maeve’s presence. That missing piece had almost blown my

me, Troy, in more ways

decades. He had been doing a fine job of it, too. He was a fair leader, but this Romero?

a shrill sound that echoed off the stone walls. "Tell

as the man's face stretched into a huge, sinister grin. "I'm here

a man of his age, especially for an ancient man

them as he stretched his mouth

yeah. That's my

be successful. We need to break the chain. We must ensure that the child has your

tower. I had been looking forward to it, actually, my skin prickling with warmth at the thought of her smooth skin and full lips, the way her breasts filled the fabric of her cream-colored

duties of a breeder, I planned on doing everything I could to prevent

bars. "What need do you have of an heir? Damien is the

you not been told of Rosalie and her witch blood? The same blood that swims through the veins of her child? Maeve has the same

Why? So we can

to it. There's so much more

not allow

her trap you with her powers of seduction, boy. That witch

Aaron, does she not? What will happen

be long gone by

laughed, gripping the bars with both hands. "Oh, Troy, my child. My heir.

hands clenched into fists at my sides. "Tell me everything!" I

the tower?" He let go of the bars and reached down, his back cracking as he groped in the dim light for his cane. He rose to his full height, leaning on the cane for support. "Ethan. Ethan is the reason. He and that whore unraveled my plans and destroyed my kingdom. He was supposed to be your father, did you know that? He was supposed to marry your mother and bind our packs together. But he chose

do with Maeve? Why wait for your freedom

down with a thundering clap. "I wanted Rosalie. I wanted access to her powers.

your damn mind-" "Her blood can open doors, Troy. I lost my chance with Rosalie. But they had a girl child. The next White Queen. She is my key now. And the child she births will fertilize our family tree, paving

"You're delusional-"

rid the pack of Ethan's stain, putting Poldesse on its rightful throne... well,

to warm with a mingled sense of fury and desperation. "This was

glimmering in

my head bent and shoulders squared. "Ernest

Drogomor is circulated, Ethan and his son

to do with the rest of the

thin lips stretching over his teeth, "a war

and completely out of his mind. I would be talking to Horace about this. I needed to get a letter to Damien as

do this," I said, turning away from him and taking a step toward

poor little Maeve,

"What do you mean?"

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