Sold as the Alpha King's Breeder novel Chapter 412

Chapter 70 Trick The Trickster

I watched my clone get carried away from Warren after faking a broken ankle. The servants were so worried about her that I could tell that whoever she was, she was loved here.

Yet, looking around, I was standing in my own garden, afraid to show my face.

Warren walked back to where I stood, making sure that no one else was around in the garden.

"She's gone?" I asked, looking into his eyes.

He nodded. "The resemblance is uncanny. You would never know she wasn't you."

I sighed, "Yes, I could tell that everyone in the pack believed that she was me, a better version of me."

That hurt.

"Are you okay?" Warren placed a comforting hand on my shoulder.

"I...I..." words failed me at that moment. I couldn't lie to myself. I wasn't okay. All I could do was shake my head. "I don't know! She was taking Raymond's side and everyone would soon follow suit, but that'll lead us to destruction!"

I continued to murmur, not sure whether I was telling him or talking to myself. "What if... no one believes me? They seemed to like her so much more."

Although I knew I had to figure this out, because I was the only one who knew she was working with Raymond to lead our pack to destruction, it still didn't change the fact that all of a sudden I got emotional.

Perhaps, it was due to everything that happened lately in the palace, perhaps it was because I missed my parents, or perhaps I was overly frustrated with the situation in the pack.... Whatever it was, all of a sudden, it got to me.

Tears brimmed into my eyes blurring my vision, I was barely able to hold them back.

"What am I supposed to do?"

"It's okay." Warren gently pulled me into his arms and held me to his chest. He knew I wasn't really asking him that question, so he just gently patted my back. "It's going to be fine. I promise."

I allowed him to hold me because at this moment, I needed the support.

I was well aware that being upset at this moment was useless, but I wasn't able to help it. "Sorry about that. I didn't mean to be so... weak."

"You're not weak, Ciana. You just need a moment, and then you'll figure it out. I have faith in you."

The way his dark eyes locked on mine seemed to be silently passing strength into me.

"Thank you." I was a bit embarrassed. "I don't even have this kind of confidence in myself."

"You're Ciana, you'll always find a way."

His words and his bright smile warmed my heart. I looked at him feeling that much more hopeful. It was no wonder so many fell prey to his charm.

Then it hit me like a lightning bolt. Was it crazy? Maybe. Was it slightly dangerous? I think so. But it may work!

As I regained my composure, I pulled away and stared at him.

"I know that look." He analyzed my face. "It's your I-have- something-up-my-sleeve look."

"Uh, yes, I did think of something," I confessed, "But I'll need your help."

"Of course. I'm here for you. Ciana. You know that."

"Okay, this may sound crazy. Well actually, it is crazy. But this is the only plan I have."

"I'm listening."

"I think fake Ciana has a thing for you. I saw the way she blushed when you helped her. The way she got a little flustered when you spoke. She's definitely into you."

He shook his head. "No. What you saw there was a fish out of water. She got flustered because I mentioned that we were close in the palace. She needed to make a swift getaway."

"I know girls, Warren. And that girl is into you."

He was silent for a moment, so I continued, "You use your charm on her... get her to let her guard down so we can figure out what Raymond might be planning."

His eyebrows furrowed. "You want me to flirt with her? I don't think so, Ciana."

"Please Warren. I know it's a sacrifice, but you're doing this to help my people, not for a selfish reason. You don't need to do anything immoral, just talk to her more and... smile at her."

I paused, and thought of what the servants were talking about earlier. "Besides, didn't they say you were here to ask for her hand?"

He stared at me for a moment as if he wanted to correct me. His eyes glistened against the moonlight, but he didn't say anything.

Finally, he let out a breath and shook his head. "I am not in full support of this, but I told you that I'm here for you. Whatever you need from me I will do it."

"Thank you." I was grateful.

"Anytime." The words were simple but heavy.

***

Three days later, I crouched behind the bush with a black hoodie and baseball cap on. I had applied some fake facial hair and light make up to give myself the features of a young man. It wasn't my finest work but it would do in the dark.

Fake Ciana was at the edge of the garden tearing at something. I couldn't see what it was and the moon was waning so light was limited out here.

Warren gave me a little signal letting me know that he was going in.

"Hey," Warren said, startling her. "Fancy meeting you here."

She whipped around with eyes wide open. She held some of the papers she had been tearing to her chest.

Warren's steps faltered. "What are you doing? What are these?"

He crouched down and looked over the pieces of paper.

"These are pictures?"

My heart thumped in my chest. She was tearing up my pictures. All my memories and my keepsakes.

A slow anger bubbled up from inside of me.

Fake Ciana looked away a little shy. I could see the slight crease in her brows. "I don't look good in any of them. They just don't seem like me.”

Of course they don't seem like you, you little witch. They were