Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder

Chapter 69: The Fake Ciana

*Ciana*

It was late afternoon when I saw that the coast was clear, and I

decided to go ahead and go to my parents' house. I could tell Warren had moved in because the light was on in the Master suite.

I had a feeling that Raymond would insist that Warren take the best room in the house.

I would have to sneak in like a common thief, but once I was in there and with Warren, I should be safe. I didn't think that the servants would be hanging around Warren too much since he could easily just tell them to leave him be.

I could see Warren pacing around the room. Carefully, so as not to fall or draw attention to myself, I made my way to the window of the Master suite. Keeping my balance, I situated my knees on the window sill and knocked on the window.

He jumped a bit when he saw me, and then rushed over to open the window, helping me inside. "Thank the goddess you' re here! I was worried. It seemed to have taken you a while. Did you run into trouble?"

"No. Sorry to make you worry," I said. "I wanted to make sure no one saw me." I straightened my clothing and took a deep breath, happy to have made it in. Now, I felt relatively safe-at least for the moment.

"You have a beautiful home! I'm impressed," Warren praised. He poured me a glass of cool water from a pitcher and handed it over. He was so thoughtful-unlike some people.....

"Thank you. Mom and Dad poured their love into this house. It indeed is a wonderful place." I couldn't help but smile.

"Is this the Luna and Alpha's bedroom?"

"Yes. Why?" I asked him, taking a sip of the drink. The cold water felt good going down my throat. I looked around at the familiar space and instantly missed my parents.

My heart felt heavy as my eyes landed on a picture of the three of us that was sitting on my mother's dresser.

When would they be home?

"I should've asked for another room," Warren said, causing me to give him my full attention.

"No, you're totally fine. Even if my parents were home, they'd put you here. You're the prince. You're not just another visitor."

His cheeks pinked slightly with my compliment. "Still, Ciana, I feel rude."

"It's all good, Warren. I promise."

Just then, we heard voices in the hallway. I lifted a finger to my lips to signal him to be quiet.

Maids. They were passing by in a bit of a rush. I assumed they had decided the whole rest of the house needed a thorough cleaning now that a distinguished guest was staying here.

met him yet," one of the women was saying.

in the garden," the other said. "She sure does love to tend the flowers. Her mother will be proud to see

earshot, I said, "Since she

see how this new version of me did when it came to pruning the

think that's a splendid idea, but we'll have to make sure

as we were careful, it shouldn't be

to watch for servants

garden. It was easy to find a place to hide out there because of all of the high bushes,

and accuse her of pretending to be

rose bushes, a pair of shears in hand, trimming away the

up a position behind a large blooming tree. It smelled lovely,

concentrate on listening to what the servants who had accompanied her outside

recognized them as people who had worked in my parents' home for a few

of the time. But

were talking. About her.

matured her quite a bit, don't you think?" One of them, an older woman, was

agree. They must've given the girls etiquette

surmised. "After all, she

another woman was saying. She had her hands folded in front of her, standing like a statue, all prim

his head. "It was nearly impossible to keep the dust out of the drapes when Miss Ciana would come running in,

said with a nod of approval. "Fit to

are true, and Prince Warren is here for her hand."

Warren then, my eyes widening, but he wouldn't meet my gaze, and since we were being sneaky, I

was now until it started to irritate me. I didn't want to listen to them, but they continued to comment on how I

to them," Warren said, leaning in closely. His warm breath tickled my cheek. "They don't know what they're talking about. Uppity snobs." He made

shouldn't matter to me, and they all sounded like they were simply trying to impress one another with their knowledge

announced standing and removing her gardening gloves. "I would like to go inside and rest."

my lady," the first woman said, rushing over to take her gloves. "We shall

began heading in our direction. They would walk past the bushes we were hiding

up the basket

at some other point. He was walking down the stone path in front of her. I ducked down lower, and Warren swiveled to make sure he was

were uneven on the path. Somehow, the servant managed to catch his toe. He pitched forward, and the basket launched

She managed to trip over the back of him, falling toward the bushes

"Ahh-!"

for this us not being discovered. Why were there always accidents when I tried to

before she could see me and before she could further injure herself. Luckily, it was dark, and we