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

leading up to the castle. Dad led the way as we approached the door, and opened it wide, stepping

front hall was dimly lit by lanterns placed in the corners of the area

they using power?” I

power banks while doing so,” Dad said loudly, his voice booming with purpose and echoing through the front hall. “They don’t know how to fix the mistakes they

were light, their tread soft

the lantern light. She swiveled to a stop in front of

are you?” Dad

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giving him a sultry

not the Alpha

a shrill sound that echoed off the walls around us. I shuffled my feet, uncomfortable and

is the Alpha of Drogomor?” Dad said, his voice harboring an edge of disdain

one? The dead one, or the new

Dad ground out,

is no false Alpha of Drogomor. His name is Damian, you might have heard of him?” She was being sarcastic, of course, her eyes

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

you

shocked by the causal

his schedule?” She giggled, walking a

face beginning to twist

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

the throat, catching her off guard. But

stretched in a wide smile. He threw her to the ground, turning

castle, find

they spread out. I stood next to

not here,” she said weakly, blood dripping from the corner of her mouth, “Your search will be

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

closing her eyes, “No one knows. Damian is searching for-for her

What do you

something Damian needs. Romero gave it to the breeder. He needs-he needs Maeve to-to-* She inhaled deeply,

| asked, looking down at

his tone totally casual. I knitted my brow, looking down at the woman as her head slumped

the stairs. Someone up above screamed, then the sound

whispered, his

“What”

torn and tattered as he came to a dead stop on the first

It was a

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

the clothes before I shifted, bursting through the seams and flexing

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coat standing on end as he lowered his head and bared his teeth,