Sold As The Alpha King’s Breeder Chapter 411
Chapter 69: The Fake Ciana
*Ciana*
It waste afternoon when I saw that the coast was clear, and I
decided to go ahead and go to my parents’ house. I could tell Warren had moved in because the light
was on in the Master suite.
I had a feeling that Raymond would insist that Warren take the best room in the house.
I would have to sneak in like amon thief, but once I was in there and with Warren, I should be safe.
I didn’t think that the servants would be hanging around Warren too much since he could easily just tell
them to leave him be.
I could see Warren pacing around the room. Carefully, so as not to fall or draw attention to myself, I
made my way to the window of the Master suite. Keeping my bnce, I situated my knees on the
window sill and knocked on the window.
He jumped a bit when he saw me, and then rushed over to open the window, helping me inside. “Thank
the goddess you’ re here! I was worried. It seemed to have taken you a while. Did you run into
trouble?”
“No. Sorry to make you worry,” I said. “I wanted to make sure no one saw me.” I straightened my
clothing and took a deep breath, happy to have made it in. Now, I felt rtively safe-at least for the
moment.
“You have a beautiful home! I’m impressed,” Warren praised. He poured me a ss of cool water from
a pitcher and handed it over. He was so thoughtful-unlike some people…..
“Thank you. Mom and Dad poured their love into this house. It indeed is a wonderful ce.” I couldn’t
help but smile.
“Is this the Luna and Alpha’s bedroom?”
“Yes. Why?” I asked him, taking a sip of the drink. The cold water felt good going down my throat. I
looked around at the familiar space and instantly missed my parents.
My heart felt heavy as my eyesnded on a picture of the three of us that was sitting on my mother’s
dresser.
When would they be home?
“I should’ve asked for another room,” Warren said, causing me to give him my full attention.
“No, you’re totally fine. Even if my parents were home, they’d put you here. You’re the prince. You’re
not just another visitor.”
His cheeks pinked slightly with mypliment. “Still, Ciana, I feel rude.”
“It’s all good, Warren. I promise.”
Just then, we heard voices in the hallway. I lifted a finger to my lips to signal him to be quiet.
Maids. They were passing by in a bit of a rush. I assumed they had decided the whole rest of the house
needed a thorough cleaning now that a distinguished guest was staying here.
“I wonder if Miss Ciana has met him yet,” one of the women was saying.
“No, I believe she’s still out in the garden,” the other said. “She sure does love to tend the flowers. Her
mother will be proud to see how they are doing when she gets back.”
Once they were out of earshot, I said, “Since she is nearby, we should go do some observation.”
I had always loved to take care of the garden in the past, so I was curious to see how this new version
of me did when it came to pruning the hedges and tending the flowers. Any information we could gather
about her could be helpful.
Warren nodded. “I think that’s a splendid idea, but we’ll have to make sure no one sees you.”
I nodded. Luckily, it was getting dark, as long as we were careful, it shouldn’t be a problem. Otherwise,
our entire n could quickly go off track.
Warren went first, and I followed behind him. He was careful to watch for servants or anyone else who
might see us.
Eventually, we made it out to the back garden. It was easy to find a ce to hide out there because of
all of the high bushes, shrubs, and trees.
The moment my eyesnded on her, a wave of fury washed over me. I wanted to run right over to her
and use her of pretending to be me. But I knew that wouldn’t work because I had called her out the
last time I was here, and clearly, no one had believed she wasn’t me.
Now, she was kneeling in front of my mother’s prize rose bushes, a pair of shears in hand, trimming
away the weeds and some of the undergrowth.
We moved down closer to a curve in the stone path and took up a position behind arge blooming
tree. It smelled lovely, but I couldn’t think about the beauty of the garden or the fact that I was finally
home again at the moment.
Instead, I needed to concentrate on listening to what the servants who had apanied her outside
were saying.
There were four of them, and I recognized them as people who had worked in my parents’ home for a
few years.
I didn’t spend much time around them myself because I preferred to be by myself most of the time. But
this Ciana must’ve been different because they were clearly there as her attendants.
And they were talking. About her.
“Really, being off at the pce has matured her quite a bit, don’t you think?” One of them, an older
woman, was talking to a man.
“Yes, yes, I agree. They must’ve given the girls etiquette
lessons,” he surmised. “After all, she seems so much more graceful.”
“I appreciate how much self-control the Alpha’s daughter is able to exhibit now,” another woman was
saying. She had her hands folded in front of her, standing like a statue, all prim and proper. “Do you
recall how she used to always be running about, getting dirty, and tracking filth into the house?”
“Oh, yes,” thest of them, an older man said, shaking his head. “It was nearly impossible to keep the
dust out of the drapes when Miss Ciana woulde running in, wildly, covered in dirt and debris.”
“I think she is truly a charming young woman now,” the first woman said with a nod of approval. “Fit to
marry a prince. It’s too bad that Prince Theo didn’t choose her.”
“Well, perhaps the rumors are true, and Prince Warren is here for her hand.”
I turned to look at Warren then, my eyes widening, but he wouldn’t meet my gaze, and since we were
being sneaky, I couldn’t verify this with him.
The servants continued to go on and on about how elegant “I” was now until it started to irritate me. I
didn’t want to listen to them, but they continued toment on how I used to live my life.
“Don’t listen to them,” Warren said, leaning in closely. His warm breath tickled my cheek. “They don’t
know what they’re talking about. Uppity snobs.” He made a face, and I had to cover my mouth to keep
fromughing.
He was right. These people’s opinions shouldn’t matter to me, and they all sounded like they were
simply trying to impress one another with their knowledge of etiquette and manners.
“I am finished,” the fake Ciana announced standing and removing her gardening gloves. “I would like to
go inside and rest.”
“Yes, of course, mydy,” the first woman said, rushing over to take her gloves. “We shall apany
you.”
The party began heading in our direction. They would walk past the bushes we were hiding behind, but
they were thick, so I wasn’t worried about them seeing us.
One of the men gathered up the basket of flowers fake Ciana
must’ve cut at some other point. He was walking down the stone path in front of her. I ducked down
lower, and Warren swiveled to make sure he was hidden as well.
The stones were uneven on the path. Somehow, the servant managed to catch his toe. He pitched
forward, and the basketunched its contents everywhere.
My imposter was behind him and she tried to dodge him but failed. She managed to trip over the back
of him, falling toward the bushes where we were hiding.
“Ahh-!”
So much for this us not being discovered. Why were there always idents when I tried to hide?
In that split moment, Warren stood up, though, and he managed to grab fake Ciana mid-fall before she
could see me and before she could further injure herself. Luckily, it was dark, and we were close to a
corner, so he probably could pass as if running into her by ident.
“Whoa!” he said, wrapping his arms around her and steadying her. “Are you all right, Ciana?” he asked,
setting her back on her feet.
Immediately, the servants broke out in exmations. Not only did they want to make sure that she was
all right, but they also were shocked to see Warren.
“Prince Warren! What are you doing here in the garden?” a maid asked him, surprised but not asking in
a rude manner.
“Just taking a walk. Sorry, I was distracted by this beautiful garden and didn’t see you.” Then he asked
the fake me concernedly, “Are you alright? Are you injured?”
“Prince Warren?” She seemed shocked, but she quickly collected herposure. “I’m fine, thank you
kindly, sir.”
Except, now I noticed the bright blush that reddened her cheeks. Then, she dropped her eyes to the
ground, staring at the points of her shoes, and a faint smile was still on her face.
A very typical reaction from girls when they first met the handsome, graceful and gentle Prince Warren.
“I’m d to hear you are okay. By the way, thank you for inviting me to stay at your house.”
“You’re so wee,” she replied, still blushing, “It was my pleasure.”
Warren released her, and he maintained his warm smile, but then he asked, “Ciana, why are you acting
like this?”
Fake Ciana was confused. I saw her eyebrows knit together. “What do you mean, sir, I mean, Your
Highness?” she asked him.
Warren chuckled. “You’re acting like you’ve never even met me before, Ciana. We spent so much time
together back at the pce. Why are you behaving so oddly?”
I saw the faces of the others as they exchanged nces with one another. They were obviously
confused as well.
“Oh…um… Your Highness… because I just didn’t expect to see you here,” she exined. Then,
realizing she’d gotten caught up in a situation she needed to get herself out of, she eximed. “Ouch!
My ankle! I must have sprained it when I almost fell.”
“Your ankle?” Warren asked. “Do you want some help getting back to the-“
But before he could finish the sentence, the servants all rushed over and surrounded her.
“Miss Ciana!”
“Oh, Goddess! It must hurt!”
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“Let us help you!”
“Take me to the healer, please,” she told them. Immediately, one of them shifted to a wolf and the
others helped her to get on his back.
Before she left, she didn’t forget to excuse herself from
Warren politely, “Forgive me for not being able to show you around, Your Highness. Please make
yourself at home.”
Then the group ran off as fast as they could, leaving Warren standing there on his own.