Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder

Chapter 71: How Did You End Up Here Too?

*Ciana*

At my parents' house, I waited for Warren to get back. Things with that fake Ciana must have been going well because it was taking a while for him to return.

I stood up and started pacing around the living room. Warren was taking longer than I thought. A part of me started to worry about him, but he was Prince Warren. Not even Beta Raymond was stupid enough to move against a prince. I knew

Warren could take care of himself.

My mind kept wandering back to the man I'd seen, Tallis. Well, that was what Nelson called him, but he just felt like Theo.

He stood like him, talked like him, and even had his scent. I'd been around the Dark Prince enough to know the kind of person he was, and this Tallis just reminded me of Theo.

Although, he did look different once I got the chance to get a closer view of him.

But, if I could disguise myself well enough that people thought I was a boy, and if "Fake Ciana" could use magic to look like me, why couldn't someone do the same with Theo?

Maybe Theo was trying to disguise himself as an unknown carnival worker. But this was Prince Theo! There was no reason for him to do so.

First of all, he hadn't cared that I was leaving, he hadn't even come to say goodbye to me. Why would he follow me all the way to my pack? Why would he care what was going on in my pack?

He'd made it pretty clear in the days before I left that he didn't care.

Besides, if that Tallis guy was Theo, why try to hide it, especially from me? The only reason Theo would come here would be to make good on his word and help my pack. Not because he cared about me but because he was keeping his word as a prince. But then, he wouldn't have to hide his identity from me.

Sighing, I rubbed my hands on my thighs and sat down on the couch.

As soon as my butt hit the cushion, the doorknob clicked and Warren walked through the front door with a grin on his face.

"I take it your chat went well?" I asked, jumping up to greet him.

'He nodded. "Your look alike invited me on a date. We'll meet

up three nights from now in the packhouse gardens," he said.

Something flickered in his eyes and his smile fell slightly.

"Packhouse? So she didn't want to come back here?" I murmured to myself, but that didn't matter. "Isn't that a good thing?"

"Yes, it is a good time for me to fish more information out of her. I'll see if I can poke some more holes in her identity. It could help later," he suggested.

I'd say, mission accomplished for the night," I grinned at him.

he said with a nod. Warren sighed heavily and

sorry that

what we wanted, but Warren obviously still felt bad tricking a

a good heart. If this is getting too hard, we can figure something else out. I don't want to

I'd help, Ciana. Besides, I can't just sit around when I know there is someone trying to steal your life and your identity. You don't deserve that. You're an

appreciate what you are doing," I added. "I hope you understand how much it means

***

had set up a large tent on Alvar territory. It wasn't unusual for traveling entertainment groups to show up from time to time in different pack territories. They didn't belong to any pack, but they had to follow the laws and rules of whoever's

couldn't imagine not having a pack and family. I loved mine too much, which was why I was so determined to stop Raymond from his insane plan to rebel

in my pack could recognize me and headed to the carnival tent to find Nelson and figure out whatever I could from him about this Theo lookalike, or feelalike,

a coincidence for there to be a Ciana and Theo imposter in my pack at the same time.

few women walk by on their hands. Others were dressed in glittering unitards, trapeze slung over their shoulders. One burly, hairy man was walking around with a bull whip coiled around

looked like they were getting ready for a big

lord from last night. Good day!" Nelson greeted

I just dropped by to learn more about your performance program, is that okay?" I asked using a deep voice,

course! I can tell a fellow carnival fan when

said, beckoning me to follow.

a small corner of the tent blocked off with red, silk curtains. He used a collapsible table for

section of the tent. There was also a sharp cracking sound. Probably the bullwhip

have some pretty extreme acts in

it all," Nelson said, rummaging through the papers on his makeshift desk. "We've got exotic animals, high flying trapeze swingers, jugglers, clowns, and a

bet," I

needed to find out more about Tallis, but I didn't want to be too obvious. I had to keep it focused on the carnival. That was something I figured

finally fishing a program pamphlet out. He

the animal tamer and trapeze artists. Nelson was featured on the cover, too, but there wasn't a single picture of Tallis or any mention

commented, using that as my perfect segway to bring him up again.

trouble with that bad attitude of his. So, he comes and goes. I help him whenever

I asked, grinning at Nelson.

and nodded in agreement.

always been so surly and bad tempered, but he's never struggled with the ladies, if you know what

successful, attractive, nice guy and it isn't the same

bad boys," I commented.

words flew out of my mouth before I could stop them and I hated myself for saying

who are interested in

that regard. I did have some questions about his act, though. Where

I see that carnival spark in your