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

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

He nursed just fine about an hour ago. And those two brutes-” she pointed to the bundles in Troy and Rosalie’s arms, “had no issues whatsoever. I’m surprised I

colored,

for 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

down at his newborn sons made the tension loosen in my

time when I thought he was after some thing. He had explained Romero’s

it was necessary to tell her about his desire for

in Troy’s quest for control, be cause Troy wasn’t on such a quest. His world revolved around Maeve, and

“What’s wrong, Dad?”.

who blinked,

lost

leaned into Troy to compare the two babies they were holding. I looked back down at the little one,

in one eye, but the other was obsidian in color. I remembered Rowan and Maeve’s eyes looking like that once and how we marveled at the dramatic trans formation their eyes took over the next few

I said softly to the baby in

mouth just a little

having a hard time telling those two apart.” Maeve reached for the apple on the table next to the bed, rolling it in her hands. She looked slightly un nerved and had dark

been through hell and back, I would have chalked it up to the fact

sounded skepti cal, glancing over at Rosalie for reassurance. I smiled softly to myself, taking what felt like the first deep breath I had

my arms eventually falling asleep. I reached up and ran a finger across his

head to the side before glancing at

giving the baby a huge grin. Goddess, I hadn’t seen her smile

she 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 ly after reading it.

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

like Gabriel,”

think

nice one,” Troy agreed, looking down

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arms. “Is

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

Maeve smiled,

it your father’s

eyes went wide, and she shook her head, chuck ling. “Oh, no.

little embarrassed

Rosalie

arms. I had already decided his name was

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

turned her nose up at each one, even though Troy seemed willing to give

our efforts, slumping back against our chairs as we took turns handing the babies off

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

against his shoulder.

Charlie, who I was now holding, out of shock. I figured Maeve had told Troy about her Uncle

had been closer to Rowan, and had been sporadically in Maeve and Rowan’s lives, but never around long enough to form

saw the confusion in her eyes as she looked at Troy, her

know it’s a

you know the name Soren from?”

  1. ly.

first,

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

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