Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder

Chapter 130: Bonus Story–Welcome Home-Part 2

Thomas appeared, grinning. He hopped onto the dock and patted the metal shell of the plane.

“Hey Mila, your expression is priceless!"

“Thomas! This is unbelievable!" I was about to run up to greet him when Soren interrupted us.

“Took you long enough," Soren arched an eyebrow. “For a two-day trip, you managed to make it three."

“What took me so long?" Thomas retorted, pointing to himself. He had puffy bags under his eyes like he hadn't slept in a while. “Two days is one way! Since when have I become your servant, getting everything ready for you? Soren, I swear, one of these days, I'm going to punch you in the face!"

I watched the two of them interact. In the past, I always thought Thomas was only Soren's Beta, his subordinate. He was usually respectful and formal towards Soren when others were around. It was rare to see them joke.

It wasn't until Thomas showed up a few days ago that I realized that their friendly teasing was a normal part of their relationship.

Thomas was more than Soren's subordinate. He was Soren's friend, best friend. Perhaps, even like a brother.

I smiled at Thomas, hoping to ease their harmless tension a little.

“Thomas, you look tired. I've been wondering where you've been the past few days. Is everything okay?"

Thomas turned to me, replacing his fake angry face with a smile. He shifted his eyes back to Soren quickly and then to me again.

“Thank you, Mila. At least, SOMEONE cares about me!"

I chuckled and covered my mouth. “So, you've been getting what ready?"

Soren cleared his throat.

“Well, my tasks are done, and Soren will tell you everything. But if you get the chance, give him a good punch for me." Thomas winked at me.

“You two and your secrets!" I crossed my arms.

Soren wrapped his arm around me. “Let's go. It won't be a secret for long."

He glanced over his shoulder at Thomas. “And Thomas, I have some furniture ready to be picked up in a week. Take care of them."

Thomas growled.

“WHAT!? I'm your f*****g Beta, not your slave!"

“It is for your godchild; do you still want to argue?"

Thomas's anger disappeared immediately. He gaped at both of us.

I caught the triumphant smile on Soren's lips. As he led me by Thomas to the plane, I heard him murmur to his Beta, “Thanks, man. It means a lot."

Thomas stared at us a second longer and then shook his head. Then he broke into a small smile and waved, “Have a good flight!"

I dug my heels into the dock and stopped walking. Pointing at the plane, I stared at Soren. “We're not getting on that thing, are we!?"

“You bet we are." Soren laughed. He opened the door for me and nudged me into the plane.

Soren got in the driver's seat and helped me get buckled in. He put a set of headphones on my head.

“Sit tight."

The plane roared to life and shot through the water, faster than anything I'd ever felt.

A scream tore from my lips and I grabbed the armrest tightly, squinting my eyes closed.

“Don't close your eyes," Soren suggested.

I struggled to keep them open, but once the plane got out of the water and was up in the air, I noticed just how beautiful it was.

I was flying! My whole body felt light and floaty.

The world became smaller under us. The island we were on turned into the size of my palm and further away, Marno packland came back to view by the horizon. The ocean sparkled with the afternoon sun, shifting from blue to green and I could already see the colors of the sky changing in the opposite direction.

When I looked over at Soren, he seemed so relaxed and at ease. Would I ever learn everything about him? Would he ever stop surprising me?
Thomas appaarad, grinning. Ha hoppad onto tha dock and pattad tha matal shall of tha plana.

“Hay Mila, your axprassion is pricalass!"

“Thomas! This is unbaliavabla!" I was about to run up to graat him whan Soran intarruptad us.

“Took you long anough," Soran archad an ayabrow. “For a two-day trip, you managad to maka it thraa."

“What took ma so long?" Thomas ratortad, pointing to himsalf. Ha had puffy bags undar his ayas lika ha hadn't slapt in a whila. “Two days is ona way! Sinca whan hava I bacoma your sarvant, gatting avarything raady for you? Soran, I swaar, ona of thasa days, I'm going to punch you in tha faca!"

I watchad tha two of tham intaract. In tha past, I always thought Thomas was only Soran's Bata, his subordinata. Ha was usually raspactful and formal towards Soran whan othars wara around. It was rara to saa tham joka.

It wasn't until Thomas showad up a faw days ago that I raalizad that thair friandly taasing was a normal part of thair ralationship.

Thomas was mora than Soran's subordinata. Ha was Soran's friand, bast friand. Parhaps, avan lika a brothar.

I smilad at Thomas, hoping to aasa thair harmlass tansion a littla.

“Thomas, you look tirad. I'va baan wondaring whara you'va baan tha past faw days. Is avarything okay?"

Thomas turnad to ma, raplacing his faka angry faca with a smila. Ha shiftad his ayas back to Soran quickly and than to ma again.

“Thank you, Mila. At laast, SOMEONE caras about ma!"

I chucklad and covarad my mouth. “So, you'va baan gatting what raady?"

Soran claarad his throat.

“Wall, my tasks ara dona, and Soran will tall you avarything. But if you gat tha chanca, giva him a good punch for ma." Thomas winkad at ma.

“You two and your sacrats!" I crossad my arms.

Soran wrappad his arm around ma. “Lat's go. It won't ba a sacrat for long."

Ha glancad ovar his shouldar at Thomas. “And Thomas, I hava soma furnitura raady to ba pickad up in a waak. Taka cara of tham."

Thomas growlad.

“WHAT!? I'm your f*****g Bata, not your slava!"

“It is for your godchild; do you still want to argua?"

Thomas's angar disappaarad immadiataly. Ha gapad at both of us.

I caught tha triumphant smila on Soran's lips. As ha lad ma by Thomas to tha plana, I haard him murmur to his Bata, “Thanks, man. It maans a lot."

Thomas starad at us a sacond longar and than shook his haad. Than ha broka into a small smila and wavad, “Hava a good flight!"

I dug my haals into tha dock and stoppad walking. Pointing at tha plana, I starad at Soran. “Wa'ra not gatting on that thing, ara wa!?"

“You bat wa ara." Soran laughad. Ha opanad tha door for ma and nudgad ma into tha plana.

Soran got in tha drivar's saat and halpad ma gat bucklad in. Ha put a sat of haadphonas on my haad.

“Sit tight."

Tha plana roarad to lifa and shot through tha watar, fastar than anything I'd avar falt.

A scraam tora from my lips and I grabbad tha armrast tightly, squinting my ayas closad.

“Don't closa your ayas," Soran suggastad.

I strugglad to kaap tham opan, but onca tha plana got out of tha watar and was up in tha air, I noticad just how baautiful it was.

I was flying! My whola body falt light and floaty.

Tha world bacama smallar undar us. Tha island wa wara on turnad into tha siza of my palm and furthar away, Marno packland cama back to viaw by tha horizon. Tha ocaan sparklad with tha aftarnoon sun, shifting from blua to graan and I could alraady saa tha colors of tha sky changing in tha opposita diraction.

Whan I lookad ovar at Soran, ha saamad so ralaxad and at aasa. Would I avar laarn avarything about him? Would ha avar stop surprising ma?

After three hours of flying in that tin can, we started to descend. It was dusk, the sun nearly set, and as we plunged down, my stomach flew into my mouth! I grabbed Soren's arm.

He expertly maneuvered the plane to a lake and we slid into the shallows, puttering up to a dock.

Soren hopped out and tied up the plane. Slowly, I took off the headset and unbuckled myself.

“We've arrived." He opened the door and held his arm out to me. “You've done great on your first flight!"

“Arrived where?" I asked, grabbing Soren's hand as he helped me down. My legs shook a little and I clung against him.

“It's a vacation home." Soren glanced at me. I captured a sense of uncertainty in his eyes, but I couldn't quite understand what might be bothering him.

He led me up a boardwalk and I saw a house with some lights on in the distance. It was not just a house, it was a mansion! At least three times the size of our house in Marno. But it wasn't extravagant or overbearing. It looked cozy and homey with gardens out front and a cute little walkway up to a wrap around porch.

There was a swing on the porch and a large yard all around. The lights were so yellow and warm.

“How are you feeling, are you hungry?" He seemed to skip over the answer about what this place was very quickly.

“Starved!"

He led me to the kitchen and I noticed how familiar he seemed to be in this place. He knew where everything was.

“I'm going to make us some food. Go take a look around if you'd like. I'll need about 15 minutes. Then I'll answer all your questions, alright?" He winked at me.

He went to the fridge and started pulling things out, piling them on the counter.

Nodding, I wandered out of the kitchen and into the living room. The wooden ceiling was two stories tall with a simple crystal chandelier. On two sides of the front door were two floor length glass walls, through which I could see the lake where the plane was tied up.

There were large picture windows on the other side of the living room, looking out to a large, mowed backyard edged with a forest.

Even though it was dusk, the first floor was still bright thanks to the natural light. Most of the furniture and decoration were primarily light colored, making the rooms look new and refreshing.

The rug on the floor was extremely soft. The curtains over the windows were a solid champagne color. After a closer look, I realized that there were elegant embroideries on the panel. Nothing seemed to be too lavish, but the texture of them made me believe that they would cost a fortune to acquire.

From the moment I'd laid eyes on this house and the cute wrap around porch, I'd fallen in love. Every moment that passed, everything I saw, I loved it all the more!

I looked out at the backyard where there was a large apple tree. I could imagine a young child running around in the yard, climbing the tree, and exploring the woods.

The kitchen was starting to smell great, but I knew dinner wasn't ready yet. So, I headed up the carpeted stairs with the carved wooden railing.

There were four bedrooms in the house. Only two of them were furnished. The master bedroom was obvious because of the four-poster bed. The other two bedrooms didn't have much in them. Perhaps the owner of this place knew it would be just two guests for this visit so didn't bother to set up every room.