Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder

Chapter 47: Through the Front Door

Rowan

“We’re not that far from the castle, Rowan,” Dad said sternly as he bent to tie his boots. He looked up at me, catching my annoyed expression.

“It would be faster if we shifted-”

“And show up naked to confront whoever’s in the castle right now? No, I think not.”

He did have a point.

I surrendered, leaning against a tree as the rest of the warriors caught up to us, their backs heavy with sacks full of supplies. Dad had said in passing that he meant to take over again, but I hadn’t believed it at the time. Seeing the warriors outfitted for battle made a hard lump form in my throat. We were actually going to do this…

It wasn’t long before we reached the outskirts of the castle grounds. I could see it rising out of the darkness, amber colored light spilling from several windows.

We crouched in the tall grass, Dad motioning for us to move forward a few feet at a time, the group of us spread wide across the field.

“Do you think Maeve is being held in the castle?” I whispered. Dad shook his head, his eyes shining in the moonlight.

“No, she wouldn’t be here. They are holding her somewhere less obvious.”

I opened my mouth to question his thinking, but he held his hand up to quiet me. We moved forward.

Suddenly, a shout came from somewhere near the castle, then laughter. I held my breath and winced as a woman began to scream, pleading with whoever was laughing. I winced, my fingers digging into the earth beneath me as I tried to maintain my composure.

Dad motioned to one of the warriors, who took off through the grass towards the noise. I heard a whooshing sound, then a cracking thump.

The woman was crying, gulping for air as she sobbed a desperate thanks.

“Come on, let’s move,” Dad said, crouching as he walked through the grass, leading up closer to the castle.

“What was that?” I asked.

“I don’t know. I don’t care. We just can’t risk anyone seeing us approach,” he answered.

“How are we going to get inside?”

“Through the front door, of course.”

I stopped, gaping at him. “What?”

“This is my castle, remember?” He gave me a knowing look, his eyes flaming with long subdued fury.

He wasn’t wrong. He was just going to waltz in like he owned the place, apparently

I had heard stories about my father, but those stories didn’t reflect the man I knew. It seemed I was going to meet the man from the stories tonight, however

to the castle. Dad led the way

castle. The front hall was dimly lit by lanterns placed in the corners of the area and on

using power?”

loudly, his voice booming with purpose and echoing through the front hall.

sounded in one of the hallways. They were light,

her glossy platinum blonde hair falling thinly over her shoulders, her black eyes shining in the lantern light. She swiveled to a stop in front of

are you?” Dad

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dad and giving him a sultry look. She bowed slightly, chuckling to herself as she

not the Alpha of

sarcastically. Then she laughed again, a shrill sound

said, his voice harboring an edge of disdain for the

one,

false Alpha,” Dad ground

have heard of him?” She was being sarcastic,

that made my stomach turn. “And where can I find him? I need

you do,

by the causal manner in

you on his schedule?” She giggled, walking a circle around him, running her fingers

He stood stock still, his face

into his

and clutched her by the throat, catching her off guard. But her look of panic quickly changed to a look

stretched in a wide smile. He threw her to

the castle,

stood next to Dad, looking down at the woman as she laid against

weakly, blood dripping from the corner of her mouth,

and Maeve?” he asked sharply, not bothered by the fact that the woman’s head had smacked against the stone floor

“No one knows. Damian is searching for-for

What do you

it to the breeder. He needs-he needs Maeve to-to-* She inhaled deeply, choking

she dying?” | asked,

replied, his tone totally casual. I knitted my brow, looking down at the woman as her head slumped to the side. She was still

eyes focusing on the stairs. Someone up above screamed, then the sound of snarling and clicking teeth

whispered, his face etched with

“What”

his clothes torn and tattered as he came

It was a

quickly changing my mind as wolves started pouring down the stairs, jumping over

flexing my scruff as the wolves came to stop before Dad and I, their teeth

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great, black coat standing on end as he lowered his head