Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder

Chapter 311

Chapter 91 : Little One

Rosalie

“Rosalie,” Ethan whispered.

I opened my eyes to his voice, his face only inches from mine. The dream I had been having disintegrated and fell back into the furthest recesses of my mind, the calm silence of sleep interrupted by background noise; papers rustling and the foot steps of someone unfamiliar walking by.

“Maeve’s awake. She’s alright. Troy is with the boys.”

“The boys? On-” | sat upright, expecting to feel pain, but I felt… nothing. I turned to Ethan slowly, gooseflesh prickling across my skin.

He smiled, tears welling in his eyes. “Everyone’s okay. Even the little one. He’s-he’s perfect, honey. I mean -” Ethan looked like he was about to cry. He was choking on the words.

I pulled him into me, my hand on the back of his head as he knelt between my knees. He crumbled in my arms, and I let my own tears fall into his hair.

Oh, Goddess. They were okay. It had worked. I had my pow ers again.

“Is the baby… is his heart…” I couldn’t finish the sentence with out breaking down.

Ethan nodded, his strained laugh making us both tremble. “The doctors checked him out. The hole is gone, almost like it was never there. He is small though; I’ve never seen anything so

small. Barely three pounds.”

“Oh, my,” I said, unable to stop myself from smiling. “That is very small.”

“He has no hair, but the other two are – they have very fine red hair, like Maeve did when she was born. Troy had the boys put in a room together, even the little one. He didn’t want them separated. He said it-it was all they knew. They only knew each other.”

“He’s right,” I said, hiccupping. “Oh, I want to see Maeve. Have you seen her yet, since-”

I lifted my head off of his and looked around for the first time. We were in the hospital in Mirage, in a small waiting room. I felt a prickle of unease as I looked around, and Ethan noticed my change in demeanor.

This was one of the only places not touched by Damian’s in vasion, but it still carried the weight of the memory of those in jured during the battle that took place in the city. He looked up at me, then rose to his feet, holding out his hand.

“How do you feel, Grandma?”

| beamed, his words erasing any and all apprehension.

“I feel like new. Let’s go see our daughter.”

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Ethan

Maeve was sitting upright in the hospital bed, a smug grin on her face as we sat around her, each of us holding one of her many babies. She had just been dead, and upon hearing Troy’s retelling of the birth I was absolutely shocked to see her sitting up

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right, talking to us. Overall, he was jolly and light hearted.

“You have a litter,” | said, not even trying to hold back the pure joy in my voice as I looked down at the almost microscopic bundle in my arms.

He was the smallest one of the bunch, so tiny I could practi cally hold his entire body in the palm of one hand. But he was healthy and strong, his coloring a robust pink against the pale yel low swaddle he was wrapped in.

his nose?” |

a huge cup of water. She seemed

an hour ago. And those two brutes-” she pointed to the bundles in Troy and Rosalie’s arms,

Troy colored, however, glancing at me through his lashes be

how he’d handled himself over the past day and a half. And even though I still had my doubts about his abilities to run an entire pack on his own, there wasn’t anyone else I would trust with my

watching him beam down at his newborn sons made the tension loosen

He had explained Romero’s desires to me, letting me. Know he kept that part of the scheme a

and Troy didn’t think it was necessary to tell her about his desire for White Queen blood

control, be cause Troy wasn’t on such a quest. His world revolved around Maeve, and for that I was grateful. He had just saved her

“What’s wrong, Dad?”.

to Maeve, who blinked,

lost in

compare the two babies they were holding. I looked back down

in color. I remembered Rowan and

softly to the baby

mouth just a little into what

reached for the apple on the table next to the bed, rolling it in her hands. She looked slightly un nerved and had dark

the fact that she just gave birth to triplets, but there

Right?” Troy sounded skepti cal, glancing over at Rosalie for reassurance. I smiled softly to myself,

family for a long while, the one in my arms eventually falling asleep. I reached up and ran a finger across his cheek, marveling

down at the baby he was holding, tilting his head to the side before glancing at the one in Rosalie’s arms. “I think he’s Charlie, He just looks like that’s his name.” He pointed to Rosalie’ s bundle

grin. Goddess, I hadn’t seen

had devoured in the last half hour. “Troy wanted to name one of them Charles because of the journal he found in Lycaon’s tomb. I thought it was a great idea, especial

one.” I shifted the little one’s weight in my arms, wondering

like Gabriel,” Maeve

you think about William?”

a nice one,” Troy

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his arms. “Is that your

nodding her head. “I think that’s it. William. It’s a family name, if you think about

Maeve smiled,

it your father’s name?”

shook her head, chuck ling. “Oh, no. We don’t

a little embarrassed as

mother’s name was Willa,” Rosalie replied, patting Troy on

the sleeping in fant in my arms. I had already

Maeve crinkled the chip bag loudly, looking at us

the room, such as Patroclus, Augustus, Frederick, and Theodore. Maeve turned her nose up at each one, even though Troy seemed willing to give the

against our chairs as we took turns handing the babies off to Maeve

do you think of the name Soren?” Troy asked noncha Jantly, sipping coffee from

against his shoulder.

of shock. I figured Maeve had told Troy about her Uncle Soren, but to name their

but never around long enough to form much of a bond,

I glanced at Maeve, I saw the confusion in her eyes as she looked

it’s

you know the name Soren

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at first, but then his eyes narrowed on mine, looking at me as though for

man I knew he-he looks similar to you, I guess. I think-” Troy looked from me to Maeve, nearly snapping his neck. “Wait

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