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?” |

cup of water. She seemed pleased as she watched all of

guess. He doesn’t need it though. He nursed just fine about an hour ago. And those two brutes-” she

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

still had my doubts about his abilities to run an

that was obvious. And watching him beam down at his newborn sons made the tension loosen

had been a time when I thought he was after some thing. He had explained Romero’s desires to me, letting me. Know he

Troy didn’t think it was necessary to tell her

His world revolved around Maeve, and for that I was grateful.

“What’s wrong, Dad?”.

Maeve, who blinked, watching

lost in

back down at the little one, who was looking up at me, his irises nearly black, even under

hint of blue 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

softly to the baby in

his mouth just a little into what | was sure

the table next to the bed, rolling it in her

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

be able to tell regardless. Right?” Troy sounded skepti cal, glancing over at Rosalie for reassurance. I smiled softly to myself, taking what

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 my

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 with a

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

about their names, to be honest. We’ve been rather preoccupied.” Maeve was now eating a sandwich to go with the three apples she had devoured in the last half hour. “Troy wanted to name one of them Charles because of the journal he

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

like Gabriel,” Maeve

do you think

is a nice one,” Troy agreed, looking

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in his arms. “Is that

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

is, isn’t it?” Maeve smiled, popping open

it your father’s name?” Troy asked

eyes went wide, and she shook her head, chuck ling.

looked a little embarrassed as he cleared

Rosalie

asked, motioning toward the sleeping in fant in my arms. I had already decided

meaning.” Maeve crinkled the chip bag loudly, looking at us for

and Theodore. Maeve turned her nose up at each one, even though Troy seemed willing to give the poor kid any

we exhausted our efforts, slumping back against our chairs as we

the name Soren?” Troy asked noncha Jantly, sipping coffee from

against his shoulder.

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

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

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

know it’s

the name Soren from?”

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me. He was startled at first, but then his eyes narrowed on mine, looking at me as though

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

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