Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder

Chapter 114: Lineage of the Queens

Troy

Maeve and Ethan needed to talk; that was obvious.

Things had been tense between them since we had arrived in Winter Forest several weeks ago and had only escalated from there. The situation with Tasia and the moonstones was out of our control and only made things worse, but that was over now.

I had been trying to find a way to put Maeve in Ethan’s path, knowing the two were too bullheaded to actually find a time to hash things out on their own, but so far had been unsuccessful.

The days following our battle with Tasia had been shockingly chaotic and full, with everyone preparing to go their separate ways and start new lives.

I had seen more of Ethan and Rowan than anyone as it was, spending most of my time in the Alpha’s office in the castle pouring over maps and whatever records of Poldesse Ethan had managed to get his hands on.

Rowan was always there, doing much the same for his new pack, slightly pale as he prepared to take over the role of Alpha of Drogomor on his own once Ethan returned with Rosalie to Winter Forest.

But I got a lucky break on Saturday, just a few days before Rowan and Hanna were meant to be officially wed. Rosalie

had pulled me aside shortly after breakfast, asking if I’d be willing to go to Winter Forest with her to pack up Rowan and Maeve’s belongings.

I didn’t even wonder why Rosalie would ask me something like that. I knew she could have Gretchen do it and have warriors send their belongings to not only Mirage, but to Avondale.

Rosalie wanted a break from the turmoil the rift between Maeve and Ethan was causing, and I could tell she knew I was looking for an escape as well.

We landed in Winter Forest in the early morning on Sunday, meaning to be back in the air the following morning. It was meant to be a quick, calculated trip-no frills. But when we reached the port of Winter Forest, I could tell Rosalie had something else on her mind.

“I still don’t know how you managed to convince Maeve that I could come with you,” I said, reaching up to take her hand as I helped her out of the seaplane and onto the dock.

“It was easier than I expected, honestly. Maeve doesn’t want to be carting the boys around right before you all make the long journey to the Isles. Plus, I know for a fact the last thing she wanted to do was go through all of her things. She always hated doing things like that, organizing and getting rid of things.”

“Yeah, I’ve noticed Maeve tends to thrive in chaos,” I laughed, and from there on the conversation took an easy turn into less meaningful ramblings as we walked up to the house.

“It can’t be easy on you… packing up their things like this,” I said softly, my footsteps crunching in the snow. It had

snowed quite a bit since we left Winter Forest, and there had been a lot of snow then. Now it clung to the top of the wall that surrounded the house.

“I knew this was coming, in one way or another. It goes by fast, you know. One day they’re little, and the next day… well, I honestly didn’t expect Maeve to find her mate so quickly. And Troy, I am glad it’s you. I hope you know that.”

I swallowed against the lump in my throat as we entered the house. It couldn’t have been easy for Rosalie to say such a thing to me. I was the son of her worst enemy, a woman who caused immense grief to Rosalie.

And now I was not only her daughter’s mate and husband, but the father of her grandchildren. Grandchildren that shared my, and my mother’s, blood.

Rosalie said nothing further as we shed our coats and boots, as we were quickly greeted by Gretchen, who was trembling with anticipation to hear the news of everything that had happened in Mirage over the past several weeks.

She ushered Rosalie through the house and into the kitchen, where their conversation faded to a low murmur. I was left alone in the foyer, unsure of whether or not to follow.

I decided to go upstairs, grabbing an armful of cardboard boxes that Gretchen had rested against the stairs.

We only had a day to prepare Rowan and Maeve for their new lives, after all.

walls in Maeve’s room was a deep violet, of course. She loved the color purple. It matched her bedspread, a thick quilt made of varying shades of purple fabric and well worn from years of use. I folded the quilt into a tight square, having a feeling that Maeve would

spending the better part of three hours looking through her things. I took down the pictures hanging on the walls; pictures of a younger Maeve and her friends, her parents, even a few of her and Rowan as children, and put the pictures

of her clothes, begrudgingly saying nothing would fit her anymore, so I left her dresser untouched and

of the drawers, suddenly remembering the first day Maeve spent on

had pulled the drawers

came to check on her a few hours later, I found her curled around the contents of

known what to do. I was convinced at that moment that I had lost her forever. But little did I know what was

edge of her bed and looked down at the journal in my hands. It was her’s, well-loved and often

ran my fingers over the

a doubt, have opened it and read it. But I chose to put it into the last of the boxes I needed to pack and then

doorway, gingerly stepping inside with two mugs of fragrant,

bare furniture. She nodded, taking a deep breath as she looked around. She handed me the tea, then leaned against the doorway, a glimmer of tears in

Drogomor to rule alongside Ernest, I… I don’t know. It didn’t feel final. I always thought Ethan would change

Maeve to Mirage, exactly?

for two decades, even with Ethan here with me in Winter Forest. Georgia and Talon did a fine job as Alpha and Luna of Drogomor, for a while,

caused a bit of a rift between Ethan and the High Elder Council. They

an issue.” She sat on the edge of the bed, cupping her hands around her

worried about something like that happening to the Drogomor line if Ernest didn’t produce an heir. Ernest dug his heels

not just send Rowan to

Rowan to Mirage to be Alpha of Drogomor was the expected choice. He was Ethan’s heir, the rightful

Maeve’s situation was… much worse, if I’m being

I disagreed wholeheartedly with it, but Maeve wanted to go. She wanted it more than anything. Maeve would be White Queen one day; she would come home to us when

That’s all it came down to. He let one of our children go, one that would come

Rosalie,” I said, unable to hide

Troy. But it didn’t change the fact that this is the world we live in. Heirs, lines, lineages… politics. We can’t escape it as royals. Your sons won’t

many years,”

looking around the room. Rosalie did the same. After a moment of somber silence, I spoke again, asking the question that had been nagging me since I left for Winter

you about her visions of the

eyes widening. “Can you

what Hanna believes her

“Come with me. Gretchen is making dinner, and I have some loose ends to tie up this evening before we go back to Mirage, but….” she trailed off,

the castle grounds. The castle was

his title

new air of peace and tranquilty with it just being Rosalie and I inside

the ceiling height bookshelves.

near the hearth, thankful for the warmth. I had never experienced cold quite like that before, so dry and

pulling a large, leather bound book from the shelf. She walked over to me, looking down at

is it?” I asked as she set it down on the coffee table near the hearth, motioning for me to sit as she opened it, fanning through what looked like thousands

particular. When the wall of the White Queen’s temple was destroyed, the one with the names of the previous White Queens etched into the granite, I thought that

on the book, and the dust that had settled between the pages burst into the air and fluttered down. It was nearing dark, but only 2:00 in the

down at the page, seeing

wow. This

great grandmother’s