Sold as the Alpha King's Breeder novel Chapter 370

Chapter 28: This Is a Trap

*Theo*

As I followed Ciana and her former governess, or so I'd learned, back to the Alpha's mansion, I couldn't believe the story she'd made up about me. How dare she?!

The girl was obviously having way too much fun. It all seemed so amusing to her, and I just wanted to shake some sense back into her-to take her in my arms, stare into her eyes, breathe in her scent-and tell her it wasn't funny at all.

But I knew it wasn't the right time to do so, so I forced myself to filter the nonsense pouring out of those two women and focused on the key piece of information-revolution?

Would it have anything to do with that Luther guy? What was their ultimate goal?

Regardless of the situation, something wasn't right here, and I needed to know exactly what was going on, not only for Ciana and her pack, but also for the overall security of the country.

After turning the corner, we arrived at our destination. The Alpha's house was clean, fairly sizable, and well kept. The moment we entered it, I could tell the owners put their heart into their home.

Unlike the royal palace, which was filled with meaningless luxuries, the design and decoration of this place was quite simple. Yet, the mood was such that the moment anyone walked in, they would feel welcome and relaxed, like a long­time traveler who had finally reached their home.

Needless to say, Ciana's parents had good taste. Maybe one day, I would be able to meet them.

I followed Ciana through the door and noticed that, unlike most Alphas' residences, there weren't other servants. The place was quiet-quiet and nice.

"Miss, you must be very tired," Susan said to Ciana while looking at me. Did she want anything from me?

I ignored her and walked straight through the door, as I heard her mumble to Ciana, "Miss, he doesn't act like a servant at all...

I can ask my nephew to come here to help, if you're okay with it." "Oh, no, no need, Susan! Um... Thorn is actually very competent." "I don't see it. Miss, you need someone who is smart and understands what his master wants to serve you."

I clenched my fists. Ciana better get this done quickly. My patience was limited. Obviously, Ciana could tell I wasn't happy. She looked at me with a bright smile.

Good. And she'd better say something nice.

"Thorn, would you fix Susan and me a nice glass of lemonade?"

I frowned. She really wanted to treat me as a servant? Was I too nice to her?

But then she gave me a pleading look, and she mouthed, "Please."

I stared at her for a second, and for the reason I didn't understand, I nodded. Maybe I knew she was trying to put some distance between me and that Susan woman, so that I wouldn't hear more of her ridiculous comments, or maybe I just couldn't seem to be able to turn her down....

As I was making the drinks, I saw Ciana offer Susan a chair and then struggle out of her jacket, hanging it on the back of her seat as she pulled out the heavy chair and sat down.

Susan made a noise that drew my attention to her. "Really, Ciana, what kind of a servant is he that he doesn't help with your jacket or pull out your chair for you?" "He was busy making our drinks," she said, a bit more defensively than I would've expected for her to be when it came to defending good ol' thick-headed Thorn.

"Still," Susan said, shaking her head. I supposed she thought I didn’t understand her-since I'd been kicked in the head by a mule and all. "What is it that made you choose him as your servant? He's so... daft and inept."

I had never in my life had someone talk about me like that right in my face. So I picked up the lemon scooper-thingy and placed it down into the table with a clatter that startled them both.

"See!" Susan spoke again, trying to prove her point. "I told you he's-" "Susan!" Ciana prevented her from saying anything more. Then she lowered her voice. Maybe she thought I really couldn’t hear her when she whispered, "Well, he is... hot."

What?

Susan giggled and covered her mouth. "You've got that right, dear. Man, oh, man. He's got such a tight bottom, and those abs—"

Ciana cleared her throat. "Anyway... what else is going on around here?"

Hot? Was that how she felt about me?

I couldn't help an up-curl on my lips. Good to know....

Susan started talking about this Raymond fellow, who clearly needed to be investigated by my people and dealt with-easy enough-and Ciana sipped her lemonade. The face she made wasn't missed by me.