Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder

Chapter 66 My Dad and His Brother

My bags were all packed. I was ready to head out, to catch a ride to the train station, and then get on the train back home.

The morning sun illuminated the room I had shared with Brook as I made sure I hadn't missed anything. Everything was there.

I had no reason to stay.

"The maid I spoke to said that the delivery man leaves the front gate of the palace in about fifteen minutes,” Brook said as she came in and sat down on the edge of the bed. “So you shouldn't have any trouble catching a ride to the train station with him."

"Thank you." I wasn't sure how I was going to say goodbye to her when the time came, but at least she was going to be accompanying me to the front gate, so I could put it off for a few more minutes.

A few of the other girls came to say goodbye, but all of them were happy I was leaving. They thought it gave them a better chance with Theo. If they knew how he'd ignored me last night at the pavilion, they would know that I never really had a chance with him to begin with.

"I'll miss you, too, Brook. Thank you for being such a good friend to me." I hoped I'd be able to see her again in the near future.

"It's not like we'll never see each other again!" Brook wiped away her tears and managed to give me a big smile. Then she reached out to one of my bags when someone else took it from her.

"Beta Jake?"

"Let me carry this for you."

"Thank you, but no need," I grabbed it back from him. "Beta Jake, as you can see, I'm leaving. You can report back to your Alpha that I'll be gone and he won't need to worry about me bothering him any more."

"Ciana, you misunderstood-he's very upset that he couldn't make it last night."

I shook my head and stared at him. "I'm not a fool. You don't need to make up things just to make me feel better."

Jake stared at me and let out a sigh. "I apologize on behalf of Alpha. Sometimes he may appear to be cold and aloof, but he has his good qualities, too."

"Save it," I told him, noticing the truck driver coming out. "I don't want to talk about him ever again. That's my ride. I'll see you both later." I gave Brook one last wave and headed over to get in the truck.

After about an hour, we arrived at the train station. I thanked the driver and walked up to the teller to purchase a ticket back to my pack.

I had about an hour before my train left, so I found a bench and sat down.

My mind was preoccupied with a thousand thoughts, and I couldn't concentrate on a single one of them.

few other trains come and go. People bustled to get on and off of the

then I saw

a bench about twenty yards away from me. He wasn't even

back my confusion and got up to go over to him. I had to

asked, "Why are you here?" trying to sound interested but not

guilty grin on his face. "I'm sorry, but had to

train station?" I asked again.

a sigh. "Well, I've decided to go visit my

stared at him for a moment and then asked,

exactly why I'm here. I decided I don't want to do that. I'm tired of him ordering me around all of the time, so I've decided I will just do as

My understanding was that he often did as he pleased. This was nothing unusual.

on?" I asked, not able to see the details on the ticket in his hand. I was surprised that he didn't use a royal limo. But then, if he was sneaking out, the fewer people that knew where he was,

on the same train

I said, “No,

the train together," he suggested. "We

"Um, sure."

smiled brightly. "That's great,

least I wouldn't be lonely on my way home after

the train arrived, and then we got on and shared a

stare out at nature. I would've rather been out there, but I had my responsibilities to take

was fairly uneventful. I almost fell asleep a few times. Warren suggested we chat about our families, which was a good idea to me. I told him

and I had to wonder if it was possible that my dad had just made them up to

to be a rogue?" Warren's

then became

but wouldn't he lose his soul?"

"Apparently no."

he basically single-handedly destroyed half of

and his brother

never heard

question whether any of those stories are real," I laughed, "What about you?" I asked him after I was done with all of my family anecdotes. "I know nothing about

a chance to meet her. I think you'd really love her. Honestly, Brook reminds me a lot of her. They're

I'd had a chance to meet

And so are

notice that, and continued innocently, "Ever