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.

in his

said, matter-of-factly, sipping from a huge cup of water. She seemed pleased as she watched all of us obsess

him eat, I guess. He doesn’t need it though. He nursed just fine about an hour ago. And those two

even in front of me. Troy colored, however, glancing at me through

himself over the past day and a half. And even though I still had my doubts about his abilities to run an entire pack

watching him beam down at

I thought he was after some thing. 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

around Maeve, and for that

“What’s wrong, Dad?”.

to Maeve, who

lost in

they were holding. I looked back down at the little one, who was looking up at me,

could see a hint of blue in one eye, but the other was obsidian in color. I remembered Rowan and Maeve’s eyes looking like that

to the

at me, opening his mouth just a little into what | was sure was the beginning of a

those two apart.” Maeve reached for the apple on the table next to the

and back, I would have chalked it up to the fact that she just gave birth to triplets, but there much more to the pain hidden

sounded skepti cal, glancing over at Rosalie for reassurance. I smiled softly to myself, taking

the newest additions to our family for a long while, the one in my arms eventually falling asleep. I reached up and ran a finger across his cheek, marveling at the miracle that was

before glancing at the one in Rosalie’s arms. “I

huge grin. Goddess, I hadn’t seen her smile like that in

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 ly after reading it. He sounded like a brave man, and he was defi

fine name. A strong one.” I shifted the little one’s weight in my arms, wondering silently what name they planned

like Gabriel,”

you think about William?”

nice one,” Troy agreed, looking down

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arms.

baby squirmed, cooing. Rosalie grinned broadly, nodding her head. “I think that’s it. William. It’s a family name, if you think

It is, isn’t it?” Maeve smiled, popping open a bag of

father’s name?”

shook her head,

looked a little embarrassed as he cleared his

Rosalie replied, patting Troy on the

arms. I had already decided his name was

bag loudly, looking at us for direction. “Well, start calling out

a handful of names around the room, such as Patroclus, Augustus, Frederick, and Theodore. Maeve turned her nose up

our chairs as we took

you think of the name Soren?” Troy asked noncha Jantly,

against his shoulder.

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

but never around long enough to form much

saw the confusion in her eyes as she

it’s

the name Soren from?” I asked

  1. ly.

He was startled at first, but then his eyes narrowed on

he-he looks similar to you, I guess. I think-” Troy looked

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