Sold As The Alpha King’s Breeder Chapter 238
Chapter 18: Guests
Maeve
The Alpha of Greenbriar was not what I was expecting.
I was standing on the tform at the train station, a red cotton frock with puffy shoulder straps draped
over my figure and my hair loose and tumbling down my back. It was the only thing I could find in my
closet that would be appropriate for the asion and not shrivel in the intense, muggy heat.
But the Alpha of Greenbriar and his sister stepped off the train in incredibly formal attire, the man
himself dressed in a jet-ck evening suit with emerald green embroidery along the stitching of his
jacket, and his sister wore a matching ck dress with heels that made her nearly as tall as myself.
I’swallowed, feeling suddenly naked in my simple dress. My only sce was the fact that they were
both sweating and were visibly ufortable in the sweltering heat.
The Alpha stepped forward, and I extended my hand, expecting a handshake. He took my hands and
kissed my knuckles, lingering a few seconds too long for it to be an appropriate gesture. I felt a shiver
of unease shoot up from the base of my spine, and I stole a nce at the woman behind him, who
rolled her eyes and looked away as she reached up to dab a handkerchief along her glistening brow.
“Alpha Julian,” he said as he straightened, his icy blond hair cut short and immactely styled. His gray
eyes flitted to the side toward the woman behind him. “My wife and Luna, Opaline.”
Opaline was aptly named, I thought, as I looked at her and nodded in greeting. She looked like an opal
with her milky white skin. She had the same icy blonde hair and gray eyes, which gave me a bit of a
start as I looked from the Alpha to the Luna. They could’ ve been identical twins with their matching,
delicate bone structure and thin, sharp mouths. Had Alpha Julian really said she was his wife and not
his sister? I bit the inside of my lip, thankful that Aaron wasn’t here. He most definitely would have said
something inappropriate. I would, however, tell him all about itter.
The tour itself was easy enough. Alll had to do was point to things as the sleek but small convertible
town car made its way slowly up the street. Vigers had stopped to stare at us as we drove past them
at an ufortable crawl.
Opaline was uninterested in everything, keeping her eyes forward. Alpha Julian, on the other hand,
was more interested in the vehicle than the old buildings leading up to the castle, his long, white fingers
touching everything from the fabric of the seats to the red finish of the outside of the car.
“Are there many vehicles here and in Mirage?” he asked, a strange lilt to his voice I wasn’t familiar with.
Greenbriar was a southern pack, and rtively new, one of those packs that formed shortly after the
war over two decades ago. Julian himself was young, probably no older than Rowan and Ernest. He
had probably just inherited the title of Alpha.
“No, not really many at all. Fuel is still hard toe by.”
“Ah, I see. A shame. I would love one of these,” he replied as he ran his fingers over the dash. I was
sitting in the back with Opaline while he sat up front with the driver.
“What would we do with it, Julian?” Opaline said with sneer, rolling her eyes again.
“I’d just look at it, dear,” he said dreamily, tilting his head back as the car picked up speed as we exited
the vige and drove up the long, winding road leading up to the castle’s ground.
I looked around, seeing the castle in the distance as though for the first time. I never took the road into
the vige, always the small pathway that led through the greenbelt.
The car rolled to a stop at the entrance to the castle’s grounds. Lance was waiting, his tawny brown
hair pulled back into a bun at the nape of his neck. I had only met Lance a few times since arriving in
Valoria. He was a cousin of Ernest, a nephew of Talon. I could see the resemnce to both Talon and
Ernest as he stepped forward and opened the door for the Alpha.
I stepped out, helping Opaline out of the car and holding her elbow as she steadied herself and
smoothed the fabric of her dress.
Lance pulled me aside as the strange couple started up the pathway into the front gardens.
“They have to be brother and sister,”
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*Probably just distant cousins, I hope. Greenbriar is secluded, to say the least,” Lance breathed,
ncing over at them and wincing. “Don’t dwell on it. Thank you for fetching them from the station,
Maeve. Wendy’s not well; I had to wrangle the kids this morning while she went to see Cleo.”
“I was thinking of heading to Cleo’s house, actually. I’ll check in on her,” i said with a smile. Lance
looked immensely relieved, nodding in thanks, I looked back up at Julian and Opaline, who had their
heads bent in conversation near the entrance to the front garden. “Why are they here?” I asked, but
Lance only shook his head, looking wary.
“Did he seem to know what he was doing?” Cleo was sitting at the homely kitchen table, her hands
busy organizing herbs into various muslin bags scattered between the three of us. M and I were
helping, our fingers stained yellow from yarrow and chamomile
“I mean
he knew where it was supposed to go,” I said shyly.
M snorted withughter. Cleo rolled her eyes at M and gave me a soft, knowing smile.
“He was right about saying it gets better, you know. It won’t hurt as much next time. Was it like you
expected?”
“No. I guess not. I’m not sure what I had been expecting, honestly.” “She was expecting it to be like
fireworks,” M began in a teasing tone as she sprinkled fenugreek into a small wooden bowl, “like
chocte, like sugar in your coffee—”
“Well, you’re the only virgin here, M. How would you know?” Iughed, epting another bundle of
dandelion root from Cleo. M lifted her chin, her dark eyes shining in the vivid sunlight pouring
through the windows. “I read the same sappy romance novels you like, Maeve. Tknow exactly what you
were expecting.”
“I can’t judge my experience on romance novels when, for one, this entire experience is strictly
professional, and two, Aaron isn’t my mate.”
“Professional?” M scoffed, looking from me to her mother. “What are you getting paid for it?”
“Of course not.” “Aaron is likely getting paid for his services, M,” Cleo said gently. She turned back to
me, a motherly smile lifted on her cheeks. “Do you have any questions for me, darling?”
“1-I don’t think so,” I said with a blush, looking down at my stained and fragrant fingers. The room was
filled with spice and floral scents, and I felt suddenly overwhelmed by the sharp aromas.
Cleo was watching me closely; I could feel her gaze on my skin. “You need to tell him what feels
good to you.”
“How?” I squeaked, not at all shocked that Cleo had been able to peer into my mind. She did it all the
time to me and M, always able to halt our schemes before we were able to leave the house on some
misadventure,
She patted my hand, squeezing gently. “Just tell him.”
“That’s it?” M asked. “It’s that easy?” “Most men will listen.” Cleo smiled as she took the bowl of
fenugreek from M and stood, cing it on the counter before setting a kettle to boil on the stove.
“Speaking of men,” M said as she began to pick through another pile of loose herbs from their
garden, “you’ll never believe the story I heard at Johnny’sst night.”
Cleo gave her a look. “Is that where you were all night?”
* Johnny’s is safe, Ma. You can throw a rock from my bedroom window and hit it.” Johnny’s was the bar
across the street on the main drag of Old Town, the same bar where I had fallen off the curb and met
Aaron when he prevented me from falling in the street. M looked over at me, her eyes alight with
excitement. “I met a sailor, and no, he’s not my mate
Cleo’s face fell a little, but she went back to stirring arge pot of herbs over the stove.
“Anyway, he said he had juste from the port of Valoria. Apparently, there was a kidnapping near
the Isles of Denali.”
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“A kidnapping?* Cleo looked concerned but M waved her hand in dismissal, her brown sugar skin
stained a deep gold on her fingertips from the herbs.
“I don’t think anyone died, per se. Anyway, the crew of the man’s original ship from Breles showed up
in Valoria a few days ago and the crew was loaded and I mean LOADED with cash. The port
authorities seized the boat to investigate after one of the men started a huge brawl in one of the
brothels – M cast a nce at her mother, who was giving her a look of marked disapproval. Anyway,
the story of the kidnapping came out when the crew was being interrogated about their cash. They
were paid off by the pirates,”
“Pirates?” I leaned forward, intrigued.
M nodded, her hair bouncing up and down off her shoulders. “Real life pirates. Can you imagine?
They had a pirate ship and everything!”
“Maeve, darling, the sun is starting to set. I’m guessing you’re expected at supper with Ernest and his
guests tonight.” Cleo motioned for me to stand and untied the apron I was wearing, guiding me to the
sink to help scrub the herb residue from my fingers.
“Do you think the post office is still open?” I asked as she handed me a towel to dry my hands.
“Oh, I doubt it. It’s nearly five o’clock.”
I sighed, having lost track of time, I wanted to go to the post office myself to check for letters from my
family, since they weren’t reaching the castle for whatever reason. I looked down at the simmering,
golden liquid in the pot on the stove, the spicy smell of ginger and green scent of peppermint wafting
from the steaming slurry. *’s this for Wendy?”
“Yes, I’m going to have her drink it before I send her home. She’s having a really hard time with
morning sickness this time around. I think more than anything she just needed a break and
uninterrupted rest from her flock.” Cleo smiled at me as she handed me a parcel of herbs, an
unreadable twinkle in her eye.
“What’s this for?”
*Tea, for you. Drink it every day. It’ll help your body
adjust to what’sing.”
“Pregnancy tea-“M interjected, shaking her head with a smile.
“Oh, thanks,” I said, trying not to frown, Listening to Wendy vomit for the past three hours hadn’t made
me feel confident in what wasing, that was for sure.
“Head straight back to the castle, Maeve. It’s getting dark.”
I nodded at Cleo, epting a motherly kiss on the cheek. M yfully swatted at me as I passed,
and I turned to swat her back, grabbing her fingers.
“Oh, stop it you two. You are grown women! Get out of here Maeve, before you rile her up.” Cleo
laughed, shaking her head. I leaned down to hug M and then headed for the door.
I took my time walking back to the castle, enjoying the cool evening breeze, I looked up as I
approached, shrouded in shade cast by the tall tower rising up over the castle. It had been a long day,
and I wondered briefly what else was in store for me.
A sense of excitement and nerves washed over me as I remembered Aaron would being to me
tonight.
“He’d better bring the turkey baster this time,” I said under my breath, smiling to myself.
I looked up at the tower once more before entering the front garden and walking toward the side
entrance to the castle, walking through the kitchen garden.
I wondered, as I entered the castle, what Aaron had been up to today. What had been so pressing that
he would go against his word to Ernest to help me escort the Greenbriar Alpha to the castle?