Sold As The Alpha King’s Breeder Chapter 334
Chapter 114: Lineage of the Queens
Troy
Maeve and Ethan needed to talk; that was obvious.
Things had been tense between them since we had arrived in Winter Forest several weeks ago and
had only escted from there. The situation with Tasia and the moonstones was out of our control and
only made things worse, but that was over now.
I had been trying to find a way to put Maeve in Ethan’s path, knowing the two were too bullheaded to
actually find a time to hash things out on their own, but so far had been unsessful.
The days following our battle with Tasia had been shockingly chaotic and full, with everyone preparing
to go their separate ways and start new lives.
I had seen more of Ethan and Rowan than anyone as it was, spending most of my time in the Alpha’s
office in the castle pouring over maps and whatever records of Poldesse Ethan had managed to get his
hands on.
Rowan was always there, doing much the same for his new pack, slightly pale as he prepared to take
over the role of Alpha of Drogomor on his own once Ethan returned with Rosalie to Winter Forest.
But I got a lucky break on Saturday, just a few days before Rowan and Hanna were meant to be
officially wed. Rosalie
had pulled me aside shortly after breakfast, asking if I’d be willing to go to Winter Forest with her to
pack up Rowan and Maeve’s belongings.
I didn’t even wonder why Rosalie would ask me something like that. I knew she could have Gretchen
do it and have warriors send their belongings to not only Mirage, but to Avondale.
Rosalie wanted a break from the turmoil the rift between Maeve and Ethan was causing, and I could tell
she knew I was looking for an escape as well.
Wended in Winter Forest in the early morning on Sunday, meaning to be back in the air the following
morning. It was meant to be a quick, calcted trip-no frills. But when we reached the port of Winter
Forest, I could tell Rosalie had something else on her mind.
“I still don’t know how you managed to convince Maeve that I coulde with you,” I said, reaching up
to take her hand as I helped her out of the seane and onto the dock.
“It was easier than I expected, honestly. Maeve doesn’t want to be carting the boys around right before
you all make the long journey to the Isles. Plus, I know for a fact thest thing she wanted to do was go
through all of her things. She always hated doing things like that, organizing and getting rid of things.”
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“Yeah, I’ve noticed Maeve tends to thrive in chaos,” Iughed, and from there on the conversation took
an easy turn into less meaningful ramblings as we walked up to the house.
“It can’t be easy on you… packing up their things like this,” I said softly, my footsteps crunching in the
snow. It had
snowed quite a bit since we left Winter Forest, and there had been a lot of snow then. Now it clung to
the top of the wall that surrounded the house.
“I knew this wasing, in one way or another. It goes by fast, you know. One day they’re little, and
the next day… well, I honestly didn’t expect Maeve to find her mate so quickly. And Troy, I am d it’s
you. I hope you know that.”
I swallowed against the lump in my throat as we entered the house. It couldn’t have been easy for
Rosalie to say such a thing to me. I was the son of her worst enemy, a woman who caused immense
grief to Rosalie.
And now I was not only her daughter’s mate and husband, but the father of her grandchildren.
Grandchildren that shared my, and my mother’s, blood.
Rosalie said nothing further as we shed our coats and boots, as we were quickly greeted by Gretchen,
who was trembling with anticipation to hear the news of everything that had happened in Mirage over
the past several weeks.
She ushered Rosalie through the house and into the kitchen, where their conversation faded to a low
murmur. I was left alone in the foyer, unsure of whether or not to follow.
I decided to go upstairs, grabbing an armful of cardboard boxes that Gretchen had rested against the
stairs.
We only had a day to prepare Rowan and Maeve for their new lives, after all.
The color of the walls in Maeve’s room was a deep violet, of course. She loved the color purple. It
matched her bedspread, a thick quilt made of varying shades of purple fabric and well worn from years
of use. I folded the quilt into a tight square, having a feeling that Maeve would want to keep it.
I’d packed up the rest of her room already, spending the better part of three hours looking through her
things. I took down the pictures hanging on the walls; pictures of a younger Maeve and her friends, her
parents, even a few of her and Rowan as children, and put the pictures in one of the boxes along with
an assortment of books and other trinkets.
She didn’t want me to pack any of her clothes, begrudgingly saying nothing would fit her anymore, so I
left her dresser untouched and instead moved on to the bedside tables.
| smiled to myself as I opened one of the drawers, suddenly remembering the first day Maeve spent on
the Persephone.
She had torn my room apart, looking in every drawer and cab. She had pulled the drawers of the
bedside table out of the tablepletely, dumping the meager contents on the bed.
Then, she had fallen asleep, and when I came to check on her a few hourster, I found her curled
around the contents of the drawer, her face stained with tears.
I’d felt awful. I hadn’t known what to do. I was convinced at that moment that I had lost her forever. But
little did I know what was in store for me.
I sat on the edge of her bed and looked down at the journal in my hands. It was her’s, well-loved and
often used, from what I
could tell. I kept it closed but ran my fingers over the cover where she had carved her name in the
leather.
If she had found a journal of mine, she would, without a doubt, have opened it and read it. But I chose
to put it into thest of the boxes I needed to pack and then taped the box shut.
“Hey,” Rosalie said from the doorway, gingerly stepping inside with two mugs of fragrant, milky tea in
her hands.
“Hey, I think this is it-” I motioned toward the now empty room, save for the bare furniture. She nodded,
taking a deep breath as she looked around. She handed me the tea, then leaned against the doorway,
a glimmer of tears in her eyes.
“When she went to Drogomor to rule alongside Ernest, I… I don’t know. It didn’t feel final. I always
thought Ethan would change his mind, and she woulde home.”
“Why did Ethan want to send Maeve to Mirage, exactly? || never really understood the reasoning.”
Rosalie exhaled deeply, then sighed as she looked around the room once more. “We‘d been able to
rule over Valoria with rtive ease for two decades, even with Ethan here with me in Winter Forest.
Georgia and Talon did a fine job as Alpha and Luna of Drogomor, for a while, but Georgia was restless.
“When Talon broached the subject of passing on his title to Ernest, it caused a bit of a rift between
Ethan and the High Elder Council. They weren’t too keen on a seventeen-year-old bing the Alpha
of Drogomor, but Ethan convinced them otherwise.
“It wasn’t until Ernest refused to find a Luna for Drogomor that the arrangement became an issue.” She
sat on the edge of the bed, cupping her hands around her mug of tea.
“Some packs elect their Alphas, you know. The Elders of Valoria were worried about something like
that happening to the Drogomor line if Ernest didn’t produce an heir. Ernest dug his heels in, saying he
would resign-”
“He did that anyway. Why not just send Rowan to Mirage to be Alpha?”
“Ethan will never admit it, Troy. And please, do not repeat this but… he wasn’t ready to let Rowan go.
Sending Rowan to Mirage to be Alpha of Drogomor was the expected choice. He was Ethan’s heir, the
rightful Alpha by birthright, and he was several years older than Ernest as well. But Ethan just wouldn’ t
do it. And when it came down to it, he chose to send Maeve instead.”
“Why? Maeve’s situation was… much worse, if I’m being blunt-”
“I know. And I disagreed wholeheartedly with it, but Maeve wanted to go. She wanted it more than
anything. Maeve would be White Queen one day; she woulde home to us when her time in Mirage
was at an end.
“But Rowan? He would’ve remained forever in Mirage. And Ethan wasn’t ready for that. That’s all it
came down to. He let one of our children go, one that woulde back, so the other could remain.”
“It’s archaic, Rosalie,” I said, unable to hide the bitter edge to my voice.
She nodded, agreeing with me. “We raised them differently than how we were raised, Troy. But it didn’t
change the fact that this is the world we live in. Heirs, lines, lineages… politics. We can’t escape it as
royals. Your sons won’t be able to escape it, either. Triplet sons in line for session… it’s a lot to think
about, to consider.”
“We have many years,” I replied.
The discussion died, and I took a drink of my tea, looking around the room. Rosalie did the same. After
a moment of somber silence, I spoke again, asking the question that had been nagging me since I left
for Winter Forest with Rosalie.
“Did Hanna tell you about her visions of the white-haired girl?”
Rosalie nodded, her eyes widening. “Can you imagine?”
“Not if what Hanna believes her to be is correct.”
“I have something to show you,” Rosalie said as she rose to her feet. “Come with me. Gretchen is
making dinner, and I have some loose ends to tie up this evening before we go back to Mirage, but….”
she trailed off, her voice fading as she moved into the hallway, beckoning for me to follow.
Before I knew it, I was suited up for a short walk to the castle grounds. The castle was quiet, like usual,
no more than the asional footsteps and hushed voices of warriors passing by.
Rosalie led me into the library, the same room where Ernest had relinquished his title of Alpha and the
old Lycennian woman had warned us of times toe.
The library took on a new air of peace and tranquilty with it just being Rosalie and I inside its walls,
however. She was on a mission, and she quickly crossed the room, scanning one of
the ceiling height bookshelves.
I lingered near the hearth, thankful for the warmth. I had never experienced cold quite like that before,
so dry and biting it was painful on my skin, even withyers of clothes on.
“I don’t know why I didn’t think of this before,” she murmured, pulling arge, leather bound book from
the shelf. She walked over to me, looking down at its unmarked cover.
“What is it?” I asked as she set it down on the coffee table near the hearth, motioning for me to sit as
she opened it, fanning through what looked like thousands of pages, yellowed and crinkled with age.
“A history of this region, of the White Queens in particr. When the wall of the White Queen’s temple
was destroyed, the one with the names of the previous White Queens etched into the granite, I thought
that knowledge had been lost-oh, here it is. I haven’t looked at this book in many years.”
She blew on the book, and the dust that had settled between the pages burst into the air and fluttered
down. It was nearing dark, but only 2:00 in the afternoon, and the speckles of dust seemed to float in
the faint, golden sunseting through the tall stained ss windows.
I looked down at the page, seeing a family tree.
“Oh, wow. This is everyone?”
“Everyone before my great grandmother’s time as White
Queen, I believe. That’s her name there, Loralyn. I knew this was here, this tree, but never even looked
at it. I don’t know why, maybe I just… didn’t want to know. Thest time I looked at this book was to try
and find a way to save Ethan when… well, this is how I found out about the Moonlight Lily.”
I was careful not to touch the page as I followed the tree down toward the base of the trunk.
Morrighan’s name was written cleanly in neat, legible scrawl at the bottom of the page, where the tree
met with the ground.
Hundreds of branches sprouted from the base of the tree, heavy with names-names of mates, names
of siblings, of aunts and uncles. But the names of the White Queens were written in bold, sometimes in
a separate color, and it was in that additions had been made to this page over the centuries. I
looked up at the top of the page once more, settling my gaze on Loralyn’s name, then traveled down.
Loralyn, Adide, Henrietta, Mary, Catherine, and so on.
But then I saw it, and a strange feeling crept over me as | stared down at the page, my heart tightening
in my chest.
Maeve.
She was the daughter of Alouette.
“Oh,” I said weakly, unable to take my eyes away from the tree.
“Ethan chose Maeve’s name. He wouldn’t have known about this. The names that used to be in the
temple didn’t go this far back,” Rosalie said quietly, her voice choked with emotion.
“It must mean something, right?” I looked past Alouette to her
mother’s name, Onya, which was written above it. Alouette had been her only child.
“Maybe, but it’s likely we’ll never know the significance. But look here, can you see this name? It’s
written so small I can barely see it myself-”
Next to Alouette’s name was a mark connecting her to her mate, where more lines created the
branches of the children they had together. My eye’s widened as I looked down at Callum’s name.
They had been together, at some point in time, to go on to have three more children together after their
Maeve was born.
“But how? The records of Valoria cleared stated Alouette had born a son for King Hector-”
“I wish I knew,” Rosalie sighed, sinking into the couch opposite mine. “Maybe she had her daughter
with Callum before bearing a son for King Hector, and then reunited with Callumter in her life.”
“… thank you for showing me this,” I whispered, unable to make sense of the emotions I felt as I looked
down at the page once more, reading the names that came after Alouette and Maeve the First.
Maeve had a daughter named Juniper, who had a daughter named rissa. Elizabeth followed, then
Marianne, Georgiana, Gwen, Juliette, and Eloise. I traced a line through the names, meeting with
Loralyn once again.
“We should add your names to the book,” I said, meeting Rosalie’s eyes. “There was no break in the
line like we thought.”
“I wonder what that means for Rowan and Hanna,” she replied, pursing her lips. “Have you wondered if
maybe the girl isn’t Hanna’s daughter but Maeve’s?”
“Maeve won’t even think of having another child, Rosalie,” || said softly, gently closing the book. “Plus,
Rowan is part of this family tree. The male offspring were listed as well… that means something, I
believe. The powers of the White Queen pass to all descendants in one way or another. They have to.”
I rose from the couch and took the book back to its rightful ce, looking around to mesmerize the
layout of the shelf for future reference.
“Do you think Maeve will be a White Queen one day?” I asked without meaning to say it out loud. I
colored, refusing to turn to face Rosalie.
“Yes, I do. But she’s not ready. Not now. Not for some time. Do you remember what the old woman
from Lycenna said? That Maeve’s powers would be… immense, is how I took it.”
“I do,” I replied, turning around.
“I think she’ll be a powerful White Queen, Troy, when her timees. But Maeve still needs to learn
who she is, before she knows what she can do.”
| swallowed, crossing my arms over my chest.
“Not what you were expecting from a mate, right?” Rosalie said with a littleugh, her blue eyes
glistening in the light of the hearth.
“I knew I was in for it the first time I saw her, Rosalie.” I smiled,
shaking my head.