Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder

Chapter 152: Bonus Story-The Memories and the Bracelet

*Ciana*

Ever since I came back from the Realm of Light, Theo, along with everyone else, was obsessively protective of me. Even Dottie had given me doctor's orders, requiring me to take it easy. But how could I sit around doing nothing? So I decided on a project that could keep me busy for a while.

A scrapbook of our relationship for the baby.

‘You know, the more I think over our memories, the more I realize that there are so many crazy incidents in our past. I'm not sure if I want to share all that with our child. Any thoughts?"

I glanced at Theo, who had just come out from the shower, getting ready for bed.

‘Why not, I think they're fine, as long as you leave out the way we met," he commented as he walked out from the shower, only wearing his boxers.

‘But we need to have our first meeting. The baby has to know about that,“ I insisted.

'Ciana, I killed seven people in front of you when you first came here," he reminded me.

'Well, seven assassins. I guess we should skip that part. But you know, that wasn't really the first time we met. How about when you stole a kiss with the dreamberry, and the time you locked me in with a bunch of wild animals? And our first intimate time together was in a hallucination when we didn't even know who we were!"

‘Ciana," Theo stood by the bed, stroking his chin. ‘Before I answer those questions, could you tell me whether I did anything wrong?"

I was confused, "Uh?"

‘If not, why am I being expelled from my own bed?" He glared at all my scrapbooking supplies spread out on the mattress as if they were his biggest foes.

There were so many drawings and clippings with memories of my relationship with Theo that I couldn't find another big enough flat surface to display them all.

‘Oh, sorry about that." I quickly gathered my scattered project essentials and made room for the king. This was his bed after all.

‘I didn't feel enough sincerity from your apology.' Theo arched an eyebrow, obviously not satisfied. Then he closed the space between us, hovered over and smiled at me seductively.

His body was emitting immense amounts of heat, mixed with his scent of fresh rain... oh well, there was nothing I could do to stop the fluttering in my stomach.

‘Theo...hey... urn...'

Without warning, his hot lips covered mine, and his tongue took the liberty to sweep every inch inside of my mouth.

Like a switch, my core heated up and I could feel my panties getting warm and moist.

My tongue danced with his and my arm looped around his neck. He split my legs and lifted my hip up, pressing his enlarged desire against me.

I moaned in his mouth. "Um... Theo...Um..."

‘Apology accepted," he smirked mischievously, finally releasing my lips from his dominating kiss.

I took the chance to gulp in some air.

Theo grinned and closed the scrapbook with all my pictures and clippings in it. He set the book aside and wrapped his arm around my shoulders, putting his other hand on my growing stomach.

‘Baby, to answer your earlier question, no matter what, our kid is going to know that we love each other and we love them. The rest doesn't matter."

know, sometimes

smirked and pulled me to him, kissing me passionately

need a dreamberry for this one," he muttered against my lips and his hand moved from my stomach to my breast, making them feel tight and heavy. Chills and desires coursed through my body and I let out a moan

he whispered, "And why don't we review that

***

by for a weekend brunch. While I went to meet her, I had my scrapbook tucked under my arm. I'd been carrying it around with me in case I got sudden

baby bump is so adorable!" Brook ran over

back, awkwardly since my belly was big

put her hands on

are you doing? Any symptoms? Is the pregnancy going well?' she asked all her questions

find a place to sit

yes, of course," Brook said, slapping her palm

filled my plate with as much food as I could reach. Eating for two was

now. I'm fine, though, and the baby is fine. Everything is going really well," I

a forkful of pancake

I asked, knowing right away that something was on her mind. She had

Sophia is back in the

and snickered. "Oh, well,

back, and you just let her? Do you not remember all those nasty things she said to you when we first got here? She

helping us. You know, without her, we might not even be here today. Also, she persuaded her pack to financially aid

shook her head. She seemed quite judgemental about this. I couldn't blame

knows what

around on my plate. My appetite would vanish as quickly as it came on sometimes. I set my fork down and started rubbing my stomach. That was my

her request, Warren was the one who decided to

'Why!?'

mistakes. Warren said that he himself had made mistakes before and was given chances to make up for them. Out of everyone else in the palace, he probably empathized with Sophia the most and felt she should have a chance, too. We can’t

sacrificed his romantic life for political reasons?" Brook mumbled,

would include him finding his mate or ever settling down with someone.

table. I could see the wheels

are you carrying around?" she asked, changing the

baby. I want my child to grow up with some memories of how Theo and I fell in love. The only problem is...

play. Does it? It should be easy to document how you fell in love. That part is

creased my brow and pondered on her

It was about the feelings and how we had found each other, the struggles we went through to keep each other, and how after the worst odds, we were able to fall in love and build

guess it is a

would be cute. You should put a lock of hair from each

smiled. At least, she had some good

the library to work on my project. Now that Brook had helped me out, I had all the inspiration I needed to

of hair I'd taped into the book. So my child could always have

Ciana," Warren's voice pulled me from my

What are you doing here?" I asked, smiling up at

was on my way to meet Theo and I saw you sitting in here, alone,' he said. "I hope you're doing something fun, otherwise I'll

the cover. ‘I'm making a scrapbook for my baby. I want them to learn about their parents

great!’ Warren stroked his

‘Warren?"