Sould As The Alpha King's Breeder

Sold As The Alpha King’s Breeder Chapter 311

Chapter 91 : Little One

Rosalie

“Rosalie,” Ethan whispered.

I opened my eyes to his voice, his face only inches from mine. The dream I had been having disintegrated and fell back into the furthest recesses of my mind, the calm silence of sleep interrupted by background noise; papers rustling and the foot steps of someone unfamiliar walking by.

“Maeve’s awake. She’s alright. Troy is with the boys.”

“The boys? On-” | sat upright, expecting to feel pain, but I felt… nothing. I turned to Ethan slowly, gooseflesh prickling across my skin.

He smiled, tears welling in his eyes. “Everyone’s okay. Even the little one. He’s-he’s perfect, honey. I mean -” Ethan looked like he was about to cry. He was choking on the words.

I pulled him into me, my hand on the back of his head as he knelt between my knees. He crumbled in my arms, and I let my own tears fall into his hair.

Oh, Goddess. They were okay. It had worked. I had my pow ers again.

“Is the baby… is his heart…” I couldn’t finish the sentence with out breaking down.

Ethan nodded, his strained laugh making us both tremble. “The doctors checked him out. The hole is gone, almost like it was never there. He is small though; I’ve never seen anything so

small. Barely three pounds.”

“Oh, my,” I said, unable to stop myself from smiling. “That is very small.”

“He has no hair, but the other two are – they have very fine red hair, like Maeve did when she was born. Troy had the boys put in a room together, even the little one. He didn’t want them separated. He said it-it was all they knew. They only knew each other.”

“He’s right,” I said, hiccupping. “Oh, I want to see Maeve. Have you seen her yet, since-”

I lifted my head off of his and looked around for the first time. We were in the hospital in Mirage, in a small waiting room. I felt a prickle of unease as I looked around, and Ethan noticed my change in demeanor. Property © 2024 N0(v)elDrama.Org.

This was one of the only places not touched by Damian’s in vasion, but it still carried the weight of the memory of those in jured during the battle that took place in the city. He looked up at me, then rose to his feet, holding out his hand.

“How do you feel, Grandma?”

| beamed, his words erasing any and all apprehension.

“I feel like new. Let’s go see our daughter.”

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Ethan

Maeve was sitting upright in the hospital bed, a smug grin on her face as we sat around her, each of us holding one of her many babies. She had just been dead, and upon hearing Troy’s retelling of the birth I was absolutely shocked to see her sitting up

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right, talking to us. Overall, he was jolly and light hearted.

“You have a litter,” | said, not even trying to hold back the pure joy in my voice as I looked down at the almost microscopic bundle in my arms.

He was the smallest one of the bunch, so tiny I could practi cally hold his entire body in the palm of one hand. But he was healthy and strong, his coloring a robust pink against the pale yel low swaddle he was wrapped in.

“What’s in his nose?” | asked.

“It’s called a nasogastric tube,” Maeve said, matter-of-factly, sipping from a huge cup of water. She seemed pleased as she watched all of us obsess over her creations.

“It’s to help him eat, I guess. He doesn’t need it though. He nursed just fine about an hour ago. And those two brutes-” she pointed to the bundles in Troy and Rosalie’s arms, “had no issues whatsoever. I’m surprised I have nipples left.”

I rolled my eyes. Maeve rarely had a filter, even in front of me. Troy colored, however, glancing at me through his lashes be fore abruptly looking away. He was absolutely exhausted.

I was very proud of him for how he’d handled himself over the past day and a half. And even though I still had my doubts about his abilities to run an entire pack on his own, there wasn’t anyone else I would trust with my daughter.

He loved her, that was obvious. And watching him beam down at his newborn sons made the tension loosen in my shoul ders.

There had been a time when I thought he was after some thing. He had explained Romero’s desires to me, letting me. Know he kept that part of the scheme a secret from Maeve.

Romero was dead, and Troy didn’t think it was necessary to tell her about his desire for White Queen blood to mingle with their family tree.

These boys weren’t pawns in Troy’s quest for control, be cause Troy wasn’t on such a quest. His world revolved around Maeve, and for that I was grateful. He had just saved her life and brought Rosalie back into her powers.

“What’s wrong, Dad?”.

I turned to Maeve, who blinked, watching with suspicion.

“Nothing just… lost in thought.”

“Do you think these two are identical?” Rosalie leaned into Troy to compare the two babies they were holding. I looked back down at the little one, who was looking up at me, his irises nearly black, even under the dimmed fluorescent lights.

I thought I could see a hint of blue in one eye, but the other was obsidian in color. I remembered Rowan and Maeve’s eyes looking like that once and how we marveled at the dramatic trans formation their eyes took over the next few weeks.

“Hello,” I said softly to the baby in my arms.

He stared up at me, opening his mouth just a little into what | was sure was the beginning of a smile.

“I hope they’re not identical. I’m already having a hard time telling those two apart.” Maeve reached for the apple on the table next to the bed, rolling it in her hands. She looked slightly un nerved and had dark circles under her eyes.

If we hadn’t just been through hell and back, I would have chalked it up to the fact that she just gave birth to triplets, but there much more to the pain hidden there.

“We’ll be able to tell regardless. Right?” Troy sounded skepti cal, glancing over at Rosalie for reassurance. I smiled softly to myself, taking what felt like the first deep breath I had inhaled in months.

We sat holding the newest additions to our family for a long while, the one in my arms eventually falling asleep. I reached up and ran a finger across his cheek, marveling at the miracle that was my grandson.

“Well, one of them is going to be Charles. Charlie.” Troy looked down at the baby he was holding, tilting his head to the side before glancing at the one in Rosalie’s arms. “I think he’s Charlie, He just looks like that’s his name.” He pointed to Rosalie’ s bundle with a grin.

“Well, hi Charlie,” Rosalie said sweetly, giving the baby a huge grin. Goddess, I hadn’t seen her smile like that in a long time.

“We didn’t really talk about their names, to be honest. We’ve been rather preoccupied.” Maeve was now eating a sandwich to go with the three apples she had devoured in the last half hour. “Troy wanted to name one of them Charles because of the journal he found in Lycaon’s tomb. I thought it was a great idea, especial ly after reading it. He sounded like a brave man, and he was defi nitely interesting. Troy wanted to honor him in some way.”

“Charles is a fine name. A strong one.” I shifted the little one’s weight in my arms, wondering silently what name they planned for him.

“I like Gabriel,” Maeve said.

“What do you think about William?” Rosalie asked.

“William is a nice one,” Troy agreed, looking down at the

baby in his arms. “Is that your name?”

The baby squirmed, cooing. Rosalie grinned broadly, nodding her head. “I think that’s it. William. It’s a family name, if you think about it.”

“Oh, yeah. It is, isn’t it?” Maeve smiled, popping open a bag of chips.

“Was it your father’s name?” Troy asked Rosalie.

Rosalie’s eyes went wide, and she shook her head, chuck ling. “Oh, no. We don’t talk about him.”

“Oh…” Troy looked a little embarrassed as he cleared his throat.

“My mother’s name was Willa,” Rosalie replied, patting Troy on the shoulder.

“What about him?” I asked, motioning toward the sleeping in fant in my arms. I had already decided his name was “Little One,” at least to me.

“He needs something powerful, something with meaning.” Maeve crinkled the chip bag loudly, looking at us for direction. “Well, start calling out names!”

We bounced a handful of names around the room, such as Patroclus, Augustus, Frederick, and Theodore. Maeve turned her nose up at each one, even though Troy seemed willing to give the poor kid any name in the book at that point.

Finally, we exhausted our efforts, slumping back against our chairs as we took turns handing the babies off to Maeve to be fed.

“What do you think of the name Soren?” Troy asked noncha Jantly, sipping coffee from a paper cup while he held Little One

against his shoulder.

I almost dropped Charlie, who I was now holding, out of shock. I figured Maeve had told Troy about her Uncle Soren, but to name their child after him was an odd choice.

Soren had been closer to Rowan, and had been sporadically in Maeve and Rowan’s lives, but never around long enough to form much of a bond, especially when it came to Maeve.

But when I glanced at Maeve, I saw the confusion in her eyes as she looked at Troy, her mouth slightly agape.

“I know it’s a weird name-”

“Where do you know the name Soren from?” I asked hurried

ly.

Troy’s face underwent an incredible transformation as he turned to me. He was startled at first, but then his eyes narrowed on mine, looking at me as though for the first time.

“Are you related to a Soren? The man I knew he-he looks similar to you, I guess. I think-” Troy looked from me to Maeve, nearly snapping his neck. “Wait a minute,”

“I have a half-brother named Soren,” I said, trying not to raise my voice around the sleeping infants. “How could you possi bly know him?”

“Maybe it’s not the same Soren, Dad. Surely… surely there’s more than one-” Maeve stuttered, adjusting William against her chest.

“I’ve only met the one,” Troy said, shrugging.

I inhaled deeply. “What did he look like, exactly?” | asked, al ready knowing the answer.

Troy went on to describe my brother to a T, and the floor be neath me felt a little wobbly as I stood up and placed Charlie in Rosalie’s arms.

“How the hell do you know him?” | asked bluntly, the words harsh and demanding.

Troy looked taken aback by my tone, and his cheeks colored as he shifted the unnamed baby, Little One, in his arms.

“He helped us build the Persephone.”

“He WHAT?” Maeve was shocked, and her exclamation star tled William, who screwed his tiny face into a bright red scowl and screeched with all his might. She placed him on her shoulder, pat ting him on the bottom with vigor as she glared at Troy. “Why didn’t you tell me this?”

“I had no idea you were related to him. I haven’t seen him since I was fifteen!”

“Fifteen?” | asked, scratching my beard. “That would have been ten years ago, just about?”

Troy nodded, trying to calm Little One, who was following his brother’s lead and beginning to fuss. “He crashed his cruiser into the reef that hugs the shore of Suntra. Keaton, Robbie, and I had a house there. Well, not really a house but something with walls and roof to keep up dry from the rain. We had to go rescue him before he got carried out by the tide. We helped him fix his cruis er, but he just… didn’t leave. He stayed with us for a year.”

I wasn’t sure what to say. I was stunned into utter disbelief. I had a hard time believing Soren wouldn’t have recognized Troy for who he was immediately, for one. Troy looked like Maddalyn, a damn near spitting image of her. And Behar’s blood ran through his veins.

I could see Behar in some of the expressions Troy made, es pecially when he narrowed his eyes. Soren’s sporadic letters over the past decade had no mention of Troy, or even Soren’s time in the isles.

I knew Soren was off on some misadventure, but that was it.

“Does this mean we’re not naming him Soren?” Troy said, looking around at us.

Maeve turned red in a way I knew all too well. I could see the irrational anger beginning to flame behind her eyes. She felt along the side table, still nursing William, and knocked a granola bar to the ground by accident, which sent her over the edge.

“Why didn’t you tell me you knew Soren?!” she snapped, causing William to startle once again.

I took two huge steps and took William from her arms, bent to fetch the granola bar off the ground, opened it, and damn near stuffed it into her mouth for her. She lost some of her coloring, her shoulders slumping.

“I’m sorry. I’m tired.”

“Maybe we can table this… discussion until another time -” Rosalie stood, bouncing Charlie in her arms before setting him down in one of the three bassinets along the far wall. “I’ll go fetch a nurse-”

“I don’t want to talk about Soren,” Maeve said, her voice edged with sadness.

“Troy and I can talk about it without —” | began, moving to place William in the second bassinet.

“I want to talk about what happened.”

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The room quieted at her words. Troy swallowed, looking

down at Little One with a forlorn expression. How close we came to losing him…

“Maeve, honey. We have all the time in the world to talk about what happened,” Rosalie pleaded.

“What happens now? We brought the stones together. You got your powers back. I can feel… I can feel the mate bond, Mom. I feel it. What happens now? Are we safe? Are the babies… what if Tasia knows we’re here? I want to go back to Winter Forest,”

Troy moved quickly, rising from his seat and placing the tiny baby in her arms. Little One’s weight calmed her immediately, his jerky, uncoordinated movements distracting her as he tried to free himself from the swaddle.

“We’re okay, Maeve. Look at how far we’ve come,” Troy sat on the edge of the bed, leaning over her as he whispered against her cheek.

Rosalie moved to my side, taking my hand. “We should go. We have a lot to talk about too. They need to rest.”

“His name is Oliver,” Maeve said suddenly, just as Rosalie and I reached the doorway. We turned to her and watched as she adjusted the baby’s swaddling. “For Cleo. For Cleo’s mate.”