Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder

Chapter 18 Is It Really Warren?

I tried my best not to let my irritation show on my face as I digested the name the redheaded girl had just divulged.

She was under the impression that my brother might be the one person on the planet who could save the life of the woman I was meant to have a child with.

I needed to concentrate on the fact that the blood within the girl was the most vital part of the equation to me. I had no reason to want to see any harm befall Ciana. She was nice enough, I supposed, but to me, her true value lay in the blood coursing through her veins.

“Shall I send for Prince Warren, Your Highness?” Dottie asked me respectfully.

“No,” I said immediately, my voice stern enough that everyone in the room flinched. I took a deep breath to steel myself. “I will fetch him myself.”

The moment I walked into the hallway, my head cleared a bit, and I felt like I could pull a full breath of oxygen into my lungs. Something about being in that room with all of those concerned people had been like a weight on my shoulders. But now… my thoughts were sharper. I could sense reason.

Winding my way to the other side of the palace where my brother’s rooms were, I took my time.

He only needed to give it a try so we could see if it worked, but there was no need for him to know that Ciana was fond of

him….

Two guards stood here, neither saying anything to me but making a sign of respect. Unlike me, Warren was constantly surrounded by people. They knocked and opened the door for me.

My brother was clutching a book in his hand. “Oh, Theo,” he said, setting the book aside. Obviously, he was enjoying a leisurely evening. “What in the world brings you here?”

“I have a bit of an issue, and I was hoping you could help.” I tried to keep my tone as relaxed as possible.

Immediately, my overly helpful brother snapped to attention. “Of course. What is it?”

“One of the girls who is here as part of Father’s task was unconscious. Dottie thinks it may be a sleeping spell… a curse of some sort. There’s a possibility that you might be the one to wake her.”

“That sounds just awful!” he said, resting his palm against his heart. “The poor girl! Why does Dottie think I can be of

assistance?”

“I’m not exactly sure,” I lied. “I guess… perhaps… you know the girl… well?”

“Who is it?” he asked, leaning toward me slightly as he shook his head. “I haven’t spent much time with any of the girls. They are here for you, after all.”

Why did I feel relieved? Whether he knew Ciana well or not had nothing to do with me!

With a sharp nod, I tried to forget all of the times I had seen him with her myself. “She’s called… Ciana, I believe,” I said, forcing nonchalance into each word

“Ciana?” he repeated, his eyes widening. “Oh! Oh, no!”

I asked, sarcasm dripping

ran into her a few

asked, folding my arms. “I guess you know

she your personal attendant now?” Warren

know, they all

can,” he said, putting on a jacket. “Although, I hardly doubt there’s much I can do. It’ s unfortunate that I didn’t get to know

of us were about to leave the room when we realized that he had another visitor who had been standing right

familiar to me… I wondered how much of our conversation she had

spared her a glance and

“Your Highness! Please!”

We both stopped.

for me or you?” Warren whispered. “What’s

at him. “No

eighty girls father got for you, right? I thought she used to be

food from Ciana and Brook, allegedly on my

dipping her head. Then, she turned to me. “I beg your forgiveness,

evening, Miss-?”

interjecting, Sir, but I’ve been studying sleeping sicknesses like this one for many years, and I don’t believe one exists like your pack

conversation?”

it’ s a curse that’s been cast on her, and if you are to touch her, you

inconsequential as her!”

dealt with her, but this wasn’t the right time. I was about to step forward and pull Warren away when I heard him say, “Miss Chambers!” His tone

your peer that way! You made fun of her for feeding the animals and made demands of her while she was cleaning,

in the girl’s eyes as she looked up at him. “Forgive me, My

that, he turned around, a more determined look on his face than ever,

help Ciana, but I didn’t particularly like that he was so protective of Ciana.

at my chambers, Brook was still there, sitting on a settee across the room from where Ciana

resting, dreaming, and I wasn’t able to peel my eyes away from her. But then I forced those thoughts from my mind. She was a means to an

He picked up

her hand, had I? I pulled

hours,” I

“Poor girl,” he sighed.

Your Highness, if you simply press your fingers to her forehead, if you are truly the one she wants most in this world, she

see he was

sentence.

you,” Brook said from her seat across the room. “She often spoke of how kind you were to

them smiled at one another

Ciana.

I was going to be sick. It must have been because I was so worried about not being able