Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder

Chapter 432

Chapter 90: Thank You for Telling Me the Truth
*Theo*
Somehow, I had allowed myself to get sucked into this waking nightmare. Then again, it was for a good cause. If Maggie wasn’t so sick, I wouldn’t have allowed this.
So, I found myself in the carny tent, sitting on a stool in a circle with Ciana, Warren, Nelson, and other carnies, running lines.
This was an absolute disaster!
I’d been working secretly to ensure that Ciana’s pack was safe after Raymond was killed and to investigate the rebellion group “Shadow”. That meant eradicating all of Luther’s influence. Since Vaner was one of the closest packs to Alvar, I wanted to make sure Luther hadn’t been here, influencing Maggie or her pack.
It wasn’t like I could just reach out to Maggie and ask her directly. We’d grown up in the palace together, but we’d never been close. For the past five years, she’d been here in Vaner, married. Before that, I’d spent most of my time away from the palace, running errands and missions for my father.
I hadn’t spent a lot of time at the palace until after she had gotten married.
Even when I was younger, my dad kept me separated from my siblings. He had all that special training for me, and he always prioritized that to me spending time with basically anyone other than the ones I was supposed to kill.
I’ d come here to protect Ciana’ s pack, and instead, I somehow managed to get roped into playing the Big Bad Wolf in a play called “The Luna’s Choice.’
Two days ago, Demarco had come to us and told us how Maggie was sick and dying. He wanted to do something nice for her, lift her spirits, and that was to put on her favorite play.
‘The Luna’s Choice” was an exclusive performance that usually only royalty got to enjoy.
Not a lot of traveling carnivals had the know-how to put it on.
But with Warren there, Demarco thought we could pull it all together. I found that unlikely, seeing as I wasn’t a real Carny, Ciana wasn’t a real actress, and Warren wasn’t a real director—him walking around and barking at us to say our lines a certain way didn’t make him an expert.
I blamed Jake.
Me disguising as a carny had all been his “brilliant” idea. He arranged to have me work under Nelson, who didn’t even know my real identity and just thought I was someone important and needed an undercover way to travel around.
NOW, I was stuck as a carny in this damned play!
When I got home, Jake was going to get an earful from me. Clearly, I could never trust him to make these arrangements for me again. My focus needed to be on stopping Luther and protecting the northwest packlands, not the performing arts.
Truthfully, if I had to pick any play to perform, it would be this one. I’d seen it half a dozen times already and I did have a fondness for it.
“The Luna’s Choice” was a legendary play where an Alpha’ s daughter was kidnapped by a rogue wolf because she could help return his soul to him. The rogue shifter didn’t harm her. Eventually, she warmed his heart.

When a powerful Alpha led an army to rescue the girl, she chose to defend the rogue. She helped the rogue shifter find his lost soul, which restored his lost memory. He was actually an Alpha King and the girl was his mate. He declared her as his queen and they lived happily ever after.
My. eyes flicked to Ciana. Somehow, this story touched a soft part of my heart. My stomach shifted uncomfortably and I twisted my script in my hands.
Nelson’s voice cut through my thoughts.
“But you, my dear lady, your face is as beautiful as the finest flowers and your eyes twinkle like the brightest stars.” He held a hand out to Ciana to dramatize his compliments.
I rolled my eyes.
“Okay, Tallis, you’ re up,” Warren said, waving a hand in front of my face and tapping the script in his hand.
Sighing, I looked at my script. I had one line, or one word, rather.
“Roar,” I deadpanned.
“Cut, cut, cut!” Warren cried, throwing his arms up. He looked at me sharply.
If Warren knew who I really was, he wouldn’t look at me or talk to me like this. The things I did for family… and for someone else I had grown fond of. I glanced at Ciana again.
“Tallis, your roar has to be a mix of pain and anger. It can’t be flat and lifeless,” Warren instructed.
“Roar,” I tried again.
Warren shook his head. Louder.”
“Roar!”
“Make it longer, too!”
“FRO AAAAR!”
Warren tapped his cheek with his finger. “Can you make it sound more heartbroken?”
Groaning, I tossed the script on the ground and stood up.
“Can I just get a different part?”
“No. Tallis, this is the easiest part with the fewest lines to remember. You can do it,” Warren encouraged with a smile.
Again, if he knew who I was, he wouldn’t be talking to me like I was a child.
“The most important requirement for this part is your handsome face. But you still need to put some effort in,” he said, chuckling.

the side stage where we were going to be performing “The Luna’s Choice.” We’d only been given a week to put the whole production together. I was a little nervous because I wanted everything to be perfect for Maggie. If this was her dying wish, then I wanted it to be exactly what she needed to lift her spirits. Demarco had told us that this was his big surprise for her. She had no idea we were putting on her favorite play. He said once we had everything set up, he’.d bring her to the stage and get her comfortable. “Are you nervous?” Warren asked, coming up beside me. “No. Well, a little. Only because I want it to be perfect for your

shoulder. “I’ m sure you would have found someone just as competent for my role.” “No, not just that. I mean, you’re the only one that seems to be able to get Tallis to cooperate and participate.” He chuckled. “Right, well, again, it is my pleasure. I just… I wish there was more we could do for your sister,” I said, looking down. “She doesn’t deserve to be sick like this.’ “Ciana, l.. I

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