Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder

Chapter 72: Just Passing By

"Ready to go?" Warren asked me, poking his head into the bathroom.

I tightened the drawstrings of my hoodie, pulling it snug around my head.

"I'm ready. Don't you clean up nice?" I asked, turning to smirk at him.

Warren held his arms out and turned from side to side. "I suppose I don't look so bad."

"She doesn't stand a chance," I teased, sticking my tongue out.

It was the night of Warren's date with the fake Ciana, but I didn't want to sit around the house waiting for him to get back. I needed to see and hear what was going on first hand since I missed part of it last time.

While he spiffed up his hair and put on a nice outfit, I ruffled my hair into a mess and applied some disguise makeup.

I didn't want anyone to be able to recognize me, so I used some makeup to make my eyebrows look thicker and added a little "shadow" to my chin that would look like facial hair in the darkness.

I covered my head in a hoodie and wore baggy pants.

Hopefully, I wouldn't be seen at all, but this way, I was covered just in case.

"You better get going if you're going to find a hiding place before she shows up," Warren suggested, shaking his head at me.

I left my parents' place and went to the packhouse backyard ahead of Warren. This garden was much bigger than the one at home, which made it even easier for me to hide.

It didn't take long for Warren and fake Ciana to show up. She had her arm looped through his and they were walking together looking very friendly.

If Sophia could see them, she'd be so pissed!

I shook my head and focused on listening to what they were saying. I had to strain my ears a little because of how far away they were.

"I know I was at the castle for your brother, but I never felt like I had a connection to him. I wish it had been you I'd been sent to the castle for," fake Ciana said, her cheeks turning red in the strong lights that lit up the garden.

"I won't deny wishing that, too," Warren admitted in a friendly, gentle tone.

He was so good at being the "good guy." What else did I expect? When I'd met him when we were younger, he'd done a huge favor for me, getting that Sun Blossom. I always thought it made me special but maybe Warren was just like that with everyone.

"You're so nice to me. Why are you so nice to me?" she asked, resting her head on Warren's shoulder for a moment as they walked through the garden path.

They got to a stone bench and I ducked around the tree to get a closer look at them as they sat down together.

she kept smiling. I wondered who she really was. What

did she want to hurt my

like we share something special, ever since you

be me. That was smart. If he made it seem like he suspected she wasn't the real me, this would

confess something to

He arched

her eyes to his. "I'm in love with you."

how tense he was from where I was hiding. The next

you did. Being back in the pack has been... hard," she admitted in a

my eyes.

to come back home,"

her responses

fake Ciana said quickly, raising her head. "I thought it was what I needed. But there has been so much pressure on me since I came back.

mean Beta Raymond's son?" Warren asked.

time, he seems mad at me and like he wants to hurt me. Other times, he makes me uncomfortable with his dirty language," she explained, shaking her head

sound rough," Warren

her chest. "Do you think you could help me escape from him?"

and the one person I didn't want to

Hawke slurred as he came

away from him but he dropped down on the

I hoped I sounded

I kno'youuu?" he asked, his unfocused eyes roaming over

insisted in a low whisper.

the air, then he leaned closer and

made a scene, it would just draw attention to us and that was the last thing I wanted. I needed to make sure Warren had enough

covering his mouth like he was embarrassed. "Oh no. You

me?" I snarled in

arms in casts

makes me so horny. I could take you right here, right now," Hawke muttered, licking his lips

as I could without exposing

guy smells like

then he wrinkled his nose. "Your voice... you sound f-f-familer." His voice was still

could get away from him and he'd think

never met. I'm just here as Prince Warren's squire," I assured, keeping

"Not a squire, a ripe, sweet cherry that is ready to be picked."

hot breath bathed my face,

an arm around myself and tried to push him away.

his nose to my