Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder

Chapter 414

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.

I wondered who she really was. What kind of girl would pretend to be someone

did she want to hurt

something special,

to allow her to keep pretending to be me. That was smart. If he made it seem like he

confess

concerned?" He arched

eyes to his. "I'm

to blow his cover. His brow creased and I could see how tense he was from where I was hiding. The next minute, he

did. Being back in

rolled my

wanted to come back home," Warren

her responses

I needed. But there has been so much pressure on

Raymond's son?"

hanging around. Half the 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 and

sound rough," Warren admitted.

her chest. "Do you think you

I didn't want to see filled my nostrils.

slurred as he came over

dropped down

I sounded like

he asked, his unfocused

in a

air, then he leaned closer and

the revulsion rising in my throat like bile. If I made a scene, it would just draw attention to us and that was the last thing

don't smell like a... guy," Hawke said, chuckling and covering his mouth like he was embarrassed. "Oh no. You smell like a sexy, fuckable bitch

in

his arms in casts from Theo's last visit.

me. Mmm, that sweet bitch scent makes me so horny. I could take you right

I

think a guy smells like a

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

I could get away from him and he'd think it was all

here as Prince Warren's squire," I assured, keeping

"Not a squire, a ripe, sweet cherry that is

heavily. His hot breath bathed my face, smelling sickly sweet with

looped an arm around myself and tried

forward, pressing his nose to my arm and inhaling deeply, sniffing

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