Sold as the Alpha King's Breeder novel Chapter 408

Chapter 66 My Dad and His Brother

My bags were all packed. I was ready to head out, to catch a ride to the train station, and then get on the train back home.

The morning sun illuminated the room I had shared with Brook as I made sure I hadn't missed anything. Everything was there.

I had no reason to stay.

"The maid I spoke to said that the delivery man leaves the front gate of the palace in about fifteen minutes,” Brook said as she came in and sat down on the edge of the bed. “So you shouldn't have any trouble catching a ride to the train station with him."

"Thank you." I wasn't sure how I was going to say goodbye to her when the time came, but at least she was going to be accompanying me to the front gate, so I could put it off for a few more minutes.

A few of the other girls came to say goodbye, but all of them were happy I was leaving. They thought it gave them a better chance with Theo. If they knew how he'd ignored me last night at the pavilion, they would know that I never really had a chance with him to begin with.

"I'll miss you, too, Brook. Thank you for being such a good friend to me." I hoped I'd be able to see her again in the near future.

"It's not like we'll never see each other again!" Brook wiped away her tears and managed to give me a big smile. Then she reached out to one of my bags when someone else took it from her.

"Beta Jake?"

"Let me carry this for you."

"Thank you, but no need," I grabbed it back from him. "Beta Jake, as you can see, I'm leaving. You can report back to your Alpha that I'll be gone and he won't need to worry about me bothering him any more."

"Ciana, you misunderstood-he's very upset that he couldn't make it last night."

I shook my head and stared at him. "I'm not a fool. You don't need to make up things just to make me feel better."

Jake stared at me and let out a sigh. "I apologize on behalf of Alpha. Sometimes he may appear to be cold and aloof, but he has his good qualities, too."

"Save it," I told him, noticing the truck driver coming out. "I don't want to talk about him ever again. That's my ride. I'll see you both later." I gave Brook one last wave and headed over to get in the truck.

After about an hour, we arrived at the train station. I thanked the driver and walked up to the teller to purchase a ticket back to my pack.

I had about an hour before my train left, so I found a bench and sat down.

My mind was preoccupied with a thousand thoughts, and I couldn't concentrate on a single one of them.

My ticket was in my hand as I watched a few other trains come and go. People bustled to get on and off of the trains, rushing about. Most of them were with their families or friends. I was alone. I was okay with that.

And then I saw him.

My eyes focused on a familiar face. He was sitting on a bench about twenty yards away from me. He wasn't even looking in my direction.

I swallowed back my confusion and got up to go over to him. I had to know what he was doing at the train station.

Sitting down next to him, I asked, "Why are you here?" trying to sound interested but not accusatory.

Warren looked over at me with a guilty grin on his face. "I'm sorry, but had to see you off."

"But why are you at the train station?" I asked again. "You could have just said goodbye back in the palace..."

He let out a sigh. "Well, I've decided to go visit my sister," he explained.

Confused, I stared at him for a moment and then asked, "But what about your father's task?"

"That's exactly why I'm here. I decided I don't want to do that. I'm tired of him ordering me around all of the time, so I've decided I will just do as I please."

I almost laughed. My understanding was that he often did as he pleased. This was nothing unusual.

"Where does your sister live? What train are you on?" I asked, not able to see the details on the ticket in his hand. I was surprised that he didn't use a royal limo. But then, if he was sneaking out, the fewer people that knew where he was, the better.

"I actually have to go right to the station near your pack and then switch trains," he explained. “So... I'm afraid I'm on the same train as you." He held up his ticket for me to see. "I'm sorry. I didn't want you to think I was stalking you or anything.

Shaking my head, I said, “No, I don't think that."

"Well, we can sit on the train together," he suggested. "We can keep each other company."

"Um, sure."

He smiled brightly. "That's great, thanks."

At least I wouldn't be lonely on my way home after all.