Sold as the Alpha King's Breeder novel Chapter 466

Chapter 124: We’ll Meet Again

Warren held my arm firmly and beckoned to Greg. He ducked down behind some bushes and pulled me with him as we waited for Greg to join us.

"Prince Warren? What are you doing here?* Greg growled.

“Saving you two."

“Shh!" I hushed them as guards raced by our hiding place.

Greg and Warren glared at each other. Of course, Theo would have told Greg about Warren running off, and possibly even about attacking me. He would be wary of Warren.

However, as soon as I saw Warren, I knew I could trust him, although I was still upset with him.

"Come on, we can slip out of the camp this way," Warren motioned to us, tugging on my arm and pulling me away from where the guards had run.

I stayed low and quiet between Warren and Greg until we were well outside of the camp. When I couldn't hear the guards anymore, I stood up and pulled my arm from Warren's grasp.

"Warren, fancy seeing you here!" I hissed, still speaking in a low voice.

"First, I want to apologize for attacking you, Ciana. It wasn't my intention to hurt you... I had just learned something about myself and it was confusing. I'm not saying that's an excuse... It just is what it is," he said sincerely. His eyes deepened and I could see the complicated emotions flickering on his face.

"I'm fine." I softened my tone. “You didn't hurt me or anything."

I wasn't sure if I was ready to fully forgive Warren, but he was making an effort to apologize. "Can you... can you tell me what was going on?"

Warren sighed and nodded.

"We have to keep moving," Greg warned. *We‘re too easy to find this close to the camp."

The three of us started walking through the woods again, careful not to step on sticks and draw attention to ourselves.

"I can't abandon my sister," Warren said. 'She's my only family. I'm sure you know that by now."

It wasn't an answer to my question, but it explained his current thought process. I could relate to his desire to be loyal to his family.

He looked away from me. When he turned back, his lips curved into a bitter smile.

"All my life feels like a big joke, and I’m the punchline. What I thought my life was, who I thought I was, none of it was ever really mine."

I could hear the pain and confusion in Warren’s voice.

"I don't even know who I am anymore. I don't know who to believe or trust and I don't know who or what I am supposed to be," Warren sighed and shook his head. "The only thing I know about myself now is that I'm not a prince. Theo isn't my brother, either. All my past discontent and jealousy... they mean nothing. It was all a joke.*

I reached out and touched his arm. Warren stiffened under my touch, but he didn't pull away.

"I'm sorry to hear that, Warren, but I'm sure you'll figure it out.*.

"Can this wait until we get somewhere safe?" Greg asked sharply. He'd been leading the way through the woods, further from the camp.

"No one is following us,* I said.

"We are still incredibly vulnerable out here," Greg muttered. I had a feeling he was more unsettled by the fact that I was talking to Warren and being friendly to him than by our dangerous situation.

"We'll be quiet," I said with a nod.

Greg grunted and went back to forging our path through the woods.

"Then, what are you planning to do?* I asked Warren, keeping my voice low.

He shook his head again.

This was a different Warren I was seeing. I'd seen him go from warm and friendly to depressed and hostile. Now he was so... shaky and unconfident. He was going through a complete identity crisis.

I sighed. This was the second time within a month that his life had fallen apart. First, when he thought Maggie was dead, and now when he found out he'd been lied to his whole life. If I'd had that big of a bombshell dropped on me, I didn't know how I'd react.

"Come this way, I know of an escape route," Warren said loud enough to get Greg's attention.

"Why are you only bringing this up now?" Greg asked, circling around and glaring at Warren.

“Because it is to the left and you're angling to the right,* Warren explained, holding his arm out in the correct direction. "You'll be able to get far away from the camp and back to safety.*

"Why would you help us?* Greg frowned. He stood toe to toe with Warren, glaring at him.

“Because I don't want Ciana involved in this," Warren stated firmly, crossing his arms.

"Guys, this isn't the time or place," I argued. I stood between them and pushed them both back a few steps. 'Greg, we need Warren’s help to get out of here without being caught by Maggie.'

"I don't trust him," Greg said bluntly.

"Noted. Nov/, let's go," I hissed. I motioned to Warren to lead the way.

He nodded and took the lead, subtly heading back toward the camp. Greg was getting more and more agitated, whispering to me that he thought Warren was leading us into a trap.

"Why would he go through all that trouble to save us and then bring us back to Maggie?" I asked.