Sold As The Alpha King’s Breeder Chapter 240


    Chapter 20: Just Like Your Mother


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    Troy-Three Nights Ago


    “Troy. So, you came.”


    As if I had a choice. Romero was the whole reason I was in this ce, trying not to get struck by


    lightning or drown in the unrelenting humidity while Aaron was stranded on a beach in the Isles of


    Denali, enjoying a cool drink and tanning his nearly translucent skin on the soft, white sand.


    I eyed Romero coolly as he neared, his cane tapping against the stone floor with each slow step in my


    direction.


    “You look like your mother,” he said with a strange, slightly menacing smile. I bit the inside of my lip to


    stop myself from saying anything, willing myself to have a filter for the first time in my life. “But I


    understand that you wouldn’t know her, would you?”


    I swallowed, tucking my hands in my pockets.


    “Ah, yes. That’s what I thought.” Romero finally reached the bars, sitting down on a stool. The action


    took most of his strength, and he was quiet for a moment as his heavy breathing returned to normal.


    “You know I’ve been up here for twenty years, Troy?”


    I nodded, once, watching the man as he coughed into his fist.


    “Ah, yes. Twenty years in this tower. Almost longer than that Alpha below us has been alive, did you


    know that? I’m sure you assumed he wasn’t the man that put me here, no, that was Talon. The half-


    wit’s father. Ethan’s Beta. Of course, King James was still in power then.” He looked away from me


    toward thending of the stairs, snickering. “Ethan. Ha! Tell me, have you seen his girl? The daughter,


    what was her name… Maeve? Say, does she look like her mother? Do you know who I’ m talking


    about-”


    “She looks like Ethan, Romero,” I said bluntly, color rising in my cheeks at the mention of Maeve’s


    name. In truth, I only knew what Ethan looked like from the handful of portraits I had seen scattered


    around the castle, but the resemnce was uncanny. Maeve was her father’s daughter, the fair version


    of her father’s dark and brooding characteristics.


    “Ah, so he speaks more than one word at a time,” heughed, a dry choking sound that made the hair


    on my arms stand on end. “I was told you didn’t start talking until you were five years n


    “I didn’t have much to say,” I growled, struggling to maintain myposure. I hadn’t needed to say


    much as a child, anyway, having grown up bouncing from ind to ind in the Isles, working on the


    ships for the pack of Poldesse that crept through the waters like ghosts in the mist. I was one of many


    orphaned or abandoned boys absorbed by the pack and used like workhorses.


    But I was different. I had Alpha blood. I was a descendant of Romero. My mother was his daughter,


    Madalynn.


    He chuckled. “So she looks like Ethan, eh? How unfortunate for the girl. Her mother was a real beauty


    at one time. Ethan’s breeder, she was.” He paused, his beady blue eyes creasing with mirth. “And a


    sl*t.”


    I was taken aback by thisment and narrowed my eyes on him. “What are you talking about?”


    He didn’t answer.


    Romero peered at me through the bars, his eyes cloudy with age. I wondered briefly if he could see


    very well at all now. “When do theye? The reinforcements?”


    “A month, give or take,” I said shortly, watching his face fall and his eyes narrow.


    “Ha! Damian has lost his grip on those wolves, hasn’t he? Insolent sod.”


    “You realize what you asked of us, right? How difficult it will be to get you out of Valoria?” I sneered,


    stepping forward. I had heard of Romero, and had known we shared blood. That’s why I had been sent


    to Valoria when word of Ethan’s ns for the future of his family’s hold on Valoria trickled down through


    the trade route. His daughter was being used to bring forth a new heir, the breeder a man from his new


    alliance with the Red Lakes pack.


    “Do you realize how easily I could be freed from this tower, Troy? Horace has the very key to my


    prison. He’s been the advisor to the half-wit Alpha for ten years, ten years I could’ve been free of this


    ce. Do you know why I remain? Why I rot away in the tower?” He let go of the bars and reached


    down, his back cracking as he groped in the dim light for his cane. He rose to his full height, leaning on


    the cane for support. “Ethan. Ethan is the reason. He and that whore unraveled my ns and


    destroyed my kingdom. He was supposed to be your father, did you know that? He was supposed to


    marry your mother and bind our packs together. But he chose the breeder and their spawn.”


    “What does this have to do with Maeve? Why wait for your freedom until now?”


    “Because!” he sneered, pointing to me with his cane before bringing it back down with a thundering


    p. “I wanted Rosalie. I wanted ess to her powers. She was the key, you see, to a fortune beyond


    anything you could over imagine. A treasure beyond the scope of our world-”


    “You’re mad! You’ve lost your damn mind-” “Her blood can open doors, Troy. I lost my chance with


    Rosalie. But they had a girl child. The next White Queen. She is my key now. And the child she births


    will fertilize our family tree, paving the way for wolves more powerful than you can possibly imagine-”


    “You’re delusional-”


    “And oh, you are no mere breeder my boy. No. When the reinforcementse and rid the pack of


    Ethan’s stain, putting Poldesse on its rightful throne… well, you will be my heir. You will rule as Alpha.”


    “You’re going to wipe out pack Drogomor,” I said, my voice falling t as my cheeks began to warm with


    a mingled sense of fury and desperation. “This was the n all along, to wipe them out, to kill Ernest


    and his court-”


    He nodded, his teeth glimmering in the yellow light.


    I stepped forward, my head bent and shoulders squared. “Ernest and Maeve are innocent, Romero.”


    “Maybe, but it’s of no consequence to me. Ernest must die. So must Rowan, Ethan’s son. Once word of


    my escape and take over of Drogomor is circted, Ethan and his son wille to rescue their


    precious Maeve. They will never return to the North. I will bury their bones beneath the castle. I will


    make Maeve watch.”


    “And what of her? Will you kill her like you so stupidly n to do with the rest of the pack? You’re


    nning on starting a war, Romero!”


    “Yes…” he smiled, his thin lips stretching over his teeth, “a war we will win… unlikest time.


    Everything will be mine.”


    This man was deranged, totally andpletely out of his mind. I would be talking to Horace about this.


    I needed to get a letter to Damien as soon as possible.


    “I won’t do this,” I said, turning away from him and taking a step toward the door.


    “Oh, poor little Maeve, then.”


    “What do you mean?”