Sold as the Alpha King's Breeder
Chapter 351

Chapter 10 A Night in the Prince's Bedroom

No one answered.

I stuck my head in and noticed it was dark inside. He wasn't there?

It should've been reason enough for me to close the door and prepare for bed, but once again,curiosity got the better of me, and I found myself creeping into his room.

A chill went down my back and through my arms at the temperature of the room. It was muchcolder than my own room had been, colder than any other part of the castle.

The prince's bed was empty, the dark blue bedspread still tucked up into place. My eyes wanderedacross the rest of the room when a rustling sound behind me made me almost jump.

I snapped around and spotted Prince Theo sitting on the couch in the dark. My heart nearly leapedout of my chest.

My immediate reaction was to get down on my knee and announce myself, but then I heard thefaint sound of even breathing.

I looked up and realized that he wasn't awake. His head was tipping to the side and only a thinstream of moonlight illuminating his slumbering form!

My feet were light on the carpet as I approached, wondering what a man like him must dreamabout. In his mind's eye,

right now, was he slaughtering other wolves, or was he envisioning himself in a peaceful meadowwith a beautiful young lady? Not me, obviously.

In the moonlight, without the scowl on his face, I could see him more clearly than I had before. Hisdark eyes were closed, so I could focus on his other features-the perfect slant of his nose, the wayhis jaw was set so squarely, almost perfectly.

I also noticed how masculine the bit of shadow that covered his chin looked with his dark hair. If healways looked this peaceful, perhaps he wouldn't be quite so terrifying.

Standing in his room staring at him was probably not part of my new duties, but it was chilly in theroom, so I decided the least I could do was toss a blanket over him. His demeanor might be cold,but his body didn’t need to be.

I moved to grab a quilt off of the back of a chair and noted he wasn’t wearing the gloves he usuallyhad on. His fingers were long and slender, glowing pale in the moonlight.

I knew the strength of those hands as I had seen him crush bone and rip out tendons with themonly a few days ago, but they looked innocent enough now that they were exposed.

Gently, I tossed the blanket over him and turned to go, but then I noticed his gloves were on thefloor next to the coffee table. I wasn't sure if they'd always been there or if I'd inadvertently knockedthem off when I moved the cover, so I bent down to pick them up. The material was different than Iexpected it to be. Thicker. Heavier.

I was just about to set them back on the table when I heard a rough voice demanding, “What areyou doing here?”

I turned to look at him and saw the hint of anger in his eyes. "I—"

“Who said you could come into my chambers without my permission?” No longer peacefullyslumbering, Prince Theo looked like he wanted to kill me again.

I quickly put his gloves on the coffee table and turned to face him.

"Forgive me, Your Highness," I said, my voice vibrating with each word. “Since I have been assignedas your personal attendant, I thought I should come and check on you.”

“Does coming to check on me involve touching my personal belongings?”

Pushing the blanket I had covered him with away, he dragged his hands over his face, and I juststood there, not able to answer his question.

No, of course, it didn't, but I thought his gloves shouldn't be on the floor where they could betrampled.

However, I didn't think my words were something he needed to hear though. I waited, wondering ifI should just go or if he would call the guards in to drag me out.

With a sigh, he asked, “Who are you, anyway, woman? And why are you always there everygoddessdamn time I turn around?”

His question was muttered under his breath, so I wasn't sure if I should answer him or just keepquiet, but when he looked at me, I thought I should say something.

“I'm... just... a girl,” I said, simplifying my answer.

Immediately, he paused, his eyes seemed to open slightly wider. “What did you say?”

Startled, I jumped back a few steps. He must not have liked that response. “I'm-Ciana Black,” I toldhim. “From-"

“I don't care where you're from.” He interrupted me, stood up and stepped closer. Somehow, Imanaged to hold my ground and keep from retreating.

“I don't care who you are or why you're here, but from now on, if you're to be my personalattendant, you don't do a damn thing without my express consent. I don't want you anywhere nearme unless I call for you. Understand?”

His eyes penetrated right through me as he waited for me to regain the ability to speak. I managedto say, “Yes, Your Highness.” And he backed away a step or two.

In my mind, I couldn't help the anger that was beginning to replace my fear. Just who did he thinkhe was, assuming everyone wanted to be near him all the time, so much so that we'd risk everythingto be in his presence? The nerve this man had. I hadn't chosen to win that stupid contest or benamed as his assistant!

I lowered my gaze and kept my eyes trained on the intricately woven rug beneath the coffee tablewhere we were standing, not allowing myself to show my fury. I needed to be careful, for my ownsake, and for my pack’s. I needed to get out of here alive...

His mood was still dark as he said, slowly, “You must learn not to do anything without my orders.”Clearing my throat, I replied, “Yes, Sir,” and waited, not even sure I should breathe without hisconsent.

For a few seconds, it was awkwardly quiet in the room, so I peeked up slightly, and saw he wasstaring at the spot where his gloves rested on the table, as if he wanted them. However, I didn’tmove to get them for him for fear he'd only lose his cool again. I wanted him to dismiss me so Icould run back to my room and pound the pillows with my fists.

"Get out. Now.”

My first instinct was to obey him immediately, and I took a few hurried steps toward the door. Butthen, I realized, knowing what I did about the prince, he wasn't likely to seek me out to give me alist of assignments.

So... mustering all of my bravery, I asked, “Your Highness,” His threw me a look as if he regrettedthat he didn't silence me forever just now, but before he could make a sound, I quickly blurted out,“-might I know what my duties for tomorrow will be?"

I figured... with all of the trouble King Sebastian and Beta Xavier had gone to in order to bestow thisposition upon me, the prince wasn't likely to strike me down for asking such a simple, purposefulquestion.

He turned to look at me, his hands fisted on his muscular hips. I kept my eyes down, not willing tolook at his body like many of the other girls often did.

"What are your duties?” he repeated.

I said nothing, only waited. Maybe some people would be content to lounge around and spendtheir time doing nothing, but I wanted something to do to keep me busy.

“You seem to have a lot of energy,” he said, which might've been a compliment coming fromanyone else, but I doubted that was what he meant. “Since you like to work so much, tomorrow youcan begin cleaning the entire wing, top to bottom. I want everything shiny and bright like it was theday the castle was built.”

I had noticed there were no servants on this side of the castle. The guards who greeted me earlierseemed to be there only temporarily. It was as if Prince Theo hated everyone so much, he didn'twant to be near anyone, not even servants, so I had no doubt everything here would be a mess.The way he made it sound, this would be an enormous undertaking, so I didn't let him see that itactually made me happy to have such a job.

Not only would it keep me busy for a while and not be bothered by anyone, it would also help mebetter understand the layout and function of the entire wing.

“Yes, Your Highness,” I said, keeping my tone and expression flat so he couldn't see I was pleased.He waved his hand at me, which I took as my dismissal, and without another word, I went backthrough the door I'd used to access his room in the first place. This time, I shut it fully. I didn't seethe harm in ensuring he knew I intended to leave him be.

With a heavy sigh, I made my way across the room to the bed and tossed myself down, staring upat the wood panels on the ceiling. Prince Theo was a jackass if I'd ever met one. It was as if he hatedeveryone who'd ever existed.

I felt sorry for him, in a way. It must be miserable to be like that, without any friends, not even caringfor your family. He would likely die all alone, his wife and children not wanting to have anything todo with him.

I decided not to waste another moment thinking about him. It wasn't worth my time or effort.Instead, I quickly unpacked my luggage and put on a pair of comfy pajamas. This room wasn't aschilly as Prince Theo's bedroom, but it was colder than I was used to in the other part of the castle,so I knew I'd be happy to snuggle beneath the plush blankets.

But before I climbed into bed, I pulled a small memento out of the pocket of my dress. It was a bitwilted, but for the most part, the pedals were alive and vibrant.

Placing the flower Prince Warren had given me onto the pillow next to my head, I took a deepbreath, closed my eyes, and prayed to the Moon Goddess for happy dreams.

With any luck, I'd be back in the forest with my “secret boyfriend.”

Only this time, it would end pleasantly, not in a pool of blood, but hopefully, with Prince Warren'ssmile.