Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder

Chapter 60: She’s Alive

Rosalie

Georgia gripped the coffee mug in her hands, her dark hair disheveled and falling around her face. I had never seen her like this, so tired. So out of sorts. I didn’t even ask if she wanted more coffee as I refilled her mug, returning the carafe to the coffee maker and reaching into an upper cabinet, pushing aside several boxes of tea and grasping the bottle of whiskey Ethan kept tucked away.

poured a liberal shot of it into her coffee, glancing into her downcast eyes.

I could hear Ethan and Talon talking in Ethan’s office, their voices carrying down the hallway and into the kitchen. Above my head, I imagine kacidra, Hanna, and Rowan speaking about the same manner of things, their heads bent close together as they whispered their grievances in the guest room, the door only slightly ajar.

“There hasn’t been this many people in this house, ever,” I said, breaking the silence.

Georgia glanced up at me, a brief, somber smile twitching into view in the corner of her mouth.

“We never had this; you know… a family home, something cozy, something just for us.” She sipped her coffee, letting it linger in her mouth for a moment before swallowing.

“That’s why Ethan built it,” I replied, sipping my own coffee, now tepid. “He wanted Rowan and Maeve to have something you never had.”

“Doesn’t that seem backward to you?” Georgia said with a little laugh. “That Ethan, Talon, and I all grew up in palaces, princes and princesses? The kind of people you would think would have it all?”

“Fairy tales,” I laughed, shaking my head.

“We thought we had had our happy ending, didn’t we?” Georgia sniffed, turning her mug in a circle.

I reached out, hesitating before placing my hand over hers. What could I possibly say to her? 

Theard Ethan’s footsteps in the hallway and looked up as he entered the kitchen. He looked at me, his eyes telling me everything I needed to know. 

“Come, Georgia. Let’s go get some rest.” Talon entered the kitchen behind Ethan, his eyes lined with dark circles. He placed his hand on Georgia’s shoulder, gripping it.

Ethan and I watched as Georgia dissolved into a puddle of tears while Talon held her, looking away as his eyes misted with the same watery substance.

Ethan blinked, working his jaw as he stared at them, then turned his gaze back to me.

‘Want to go for a walk with me?’ he asked over the mind-link, his eyes boring into mine.

I nodded, sliding the bottle of whiskey across the kitchen island toward Talon, who nodded his thanks without looking at me.

Then I followed Ethan back through the house, stopping at the foot of the stairs to look up into the second -floor hallway, where the soft voices of the young ones were floating down through the air. Rowan,

Kacidra, and even Hanna. They were home. They were safe.

“What did you say to Talon?” I asked as we walked down the driveway toward the gate.

pushing the gate open

took long strides to keep up with him as we walked down the long gravel road leading to the village, my breath

road, taking our well beaten trail through the trees. “That we cannot

stopped walking, shocked. I hadn’t expected

you say that to them,

US

to lie to them?” He was staring

this is their son, our

went, Rosalie. I

got our son to safety and

knew about this place, our origins… your powers…” He trailed off, looking through the sparse trees toward the

desperate. Thad decades of practice being able to peer into Ethan’s mind, to read his body language and make an estimated guess at what was going on within the recesses of his brain. But Ethan had regressed, coming home

.

hands into his pockets. “Talon will go to Valoria. I could see

h

of the Earth for our

and what do I have to show for it? Maeve is not with us, is she? I didn’t bring her home. I didn’t-” He turned away as his eyes filled with tears, refusing to let me see them fall. I rushed to him, throwing my arms around him and pressing my cheek

“That is not true.”

is going to be another war, Rosalie. A

always

Goddess knows

“She’s alive, Ethan.”

his eyes narrowing. “You can’t

practically shaking him.

about her?” But suddenly his face changed, a look of understanding

in her dreams. Maeve is alive, and she’s well. She’s going to come home, Ethan.” I left out the more concerning aspects of

village erupting into life. Ethan looked down at

distance, an unrecognizable vessel. We peered at it, Ethan narrowing his eyes as the boat

shielding my eyes from

out onto the dock, waving their hands as

hell is driving that

‘We‘d better go down-”

move, his body going rigid as a figure appeared on

though he were talking

and sliding on the gravel as I reached the road. I could hear Ethan behind me, catching up to me and passing me in an

panting, my hair falling loose from my braid as Ethan motioned for them to come, to follow. Georgia was shaking her head, her face wet with tears. But Talon nodded,

escorting her back into the

was walking, barely moving as she shuffled her feet behind me.