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

out of the grass and onto the pathway leading up to the castle. Dad led the way as we approached the door, and opened it wide,

by lanterns placed

aren’t they using power?”

idiots cut the power to the entire city of Mirage and inadvertently drained the power banks while doing so,” Dad said loudly, his voice booming with

one of the hallways. They were light, their tread soft against the stone pavers

black eyes shining in the lantern light. She swiveled to a stop in front of Dad, her fluffy, emerald green gown rustling against the stone

are you?”

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towards dad and giving him a sultry

Alpha

sarcastically. Then she laughed again, a shrill sound that echoed off the walls around us. I shuffled my feet,

his

one, or the

Dad ground out, his

heard of him?” She was being sarcastic, of course, her eyes shining with mirth. “My

see,” Dad said, stepping towards her. She smiled at him, another sultry smile that made my stomach turn. “And where can

you

my brow, shocked by the causal

giggled, walking a circle around him,

still, his face beginning

where he is,” she said, leaning into his ear, “if first you come to my

off guard. But

threw her to the ground, turning back

the castle, find

out. I stood

weakly, blood dripping from the corner

sharply, not bothered by the fact that the woman’s head had smacked against the

one knows. Damian

What

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

dying?” | asked, looking down

my brow, looking down at the woman as her head slumped to

on the stairs. Someone up above screamed, then the sound of

his face etched

“What”

the stairs, one of our warriors, his clothes torn and tattered as he came to a dead stop on the first

It was

yelled, squaring my shoulders, then quickly changing my mind as wolves started pouring down the stairs, jumping over the

shifted, bursting through the seams and flexing my scruff as the wolves came

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