Sold as the Alpha King's Breeder novel Chapter 411

Chapter 69: The Fake Ciana

*Ciana*

It was late 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 a common 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 balance, 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 relatively safe-at least for the moment.

"You have a beautiful home! I'm impressed," Warren praised. He poured me a glass 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 place." 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 eyes landed 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 my compliment. "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 plan 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 place to hide out there because of all of the high bushes, shrubs, and trees.

The moment my eyes landed on her, a wave of fury washed over me. I wanted to run right over to her and accuse 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 a large 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 accompanied 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 palace 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?"