Sold as the Alpha King's Breeder novel Chapter 486

Chapter 144: Who Was That He-Wolf?

I couldn't remember the last time Hawke and I had a conversation. He was Raymond's son, the guy my father had left in charge when he went off on his travels. Raymond had been holding the pack together and Hawke had been helping.

Why was he so angry at me?

“What happened to your arms?” I asked as I rubbed my temples. My headache was going away quickly.

“Like you don't know!“ he growled, spitting on the ground at my feet.

“I really don't,“ I shrugged. Slowly, I stood up and brushed the dirt off my pants.

“You fucking cunt! If it weren't for you, none of this would have happened!“ He nodded toward me, his entire body shaking with fury. "Don't play dumb, bitch!"

“What in the world are you talking about!“

Hawke lunged at me again and rammed his shoulder into my chest. My lungs seized and all the air was knocked out of me.

Gasping and groaning, I rolled onto my side. I tried to breathe but my throat closed and I just gasped and wheezed.

“Ha... w..." Why was he doing this? What was wrong with him?

“I'm going to teach you what it means to lose the use of your body!' he cried.

Hawke roared and his foot was kicking toward my stomach with all of his might.

I curled in a little ball, trying to prepare for the upcoming pain.

"I'll teach y... NO!"

I cradled my head but the anticipated pain didn't land on me. I heard snarling and growling and felt a shadow pass over me. Then Hawke wasn't kicking me anymore.

Glancing up, I saw a massive he-wolf standing over Hawke’s unconscious body.

Gasping, I sat up and stared at the sleek, silky wolf as its tail swished back and forth. His jet-black fur was thick and glossy with a red streak, his eyes deep and familiar. I was mesmerized.

"Ciana! Ciana!"

It was my dad!

My father's voice snapped me out of my daze. I got to my feet, turned around, and saw his familiar, tall and strong form rushing toward me. Without thinking, I ran to Dad and threw myself into his arms.

"Ciana, are you okay?" he asked, hugging me tightly.

'Daddy! It really is you!" I couldn't believe my eyes! 'I'm okay. Someone saved me just in time.’

I glanced over my shoulder and saw that the he—wolf was gone. Who was he?

'Did you get hurt anywhere?" my dad asked worriedly.

“My arm is a little bruised but I'll be okay. Hawke, he attacked me for no reason, but a large, beautiful he-wolf saved me. I wanted to thank him but he ran off." I rested my head on my dad's shoulder.

Dad didn't seem to care about who my lifesaver was, nor Hawke who was unconscious on the ground. He replied dismissively, "Leave Hawke where he is. As for your rescuer, if he left, he probably doesn't want to be bothered. Just let him be."

I nodded and smiled, "Okay Daddy. I just wanted to say a quick thank-you, one moment please.“

Then I took a step back from my dad, put both of my hands on each side of my mouth to make a simple speaker, and yelled toward the direction where the wolf disappeared, “THANK YOU FOR SAVING ME!"

Dad chuckled lightly and dotingly rubbed the top of my head. "You monkey girl, haven't changed a bit!"

I winked at him. "Admit it, you love me for it! Daddy, I’m so glad to run into you here. They told me you would be going to the palace, and I was worried I'd miss you."

He let out some hearty laughter, and then patted my back lightly. "No, it's all good. Best this way. Are you able to walk around?"

“Yes. Just some scratches on my arm, don't worry."

'Then let's find a safe place nearby so that you can get some rest. How does camping out sound to you?"

It was a lovely evening. The moon hung high up in the night sky, round and bright, yet I was still able to see a few stars twinkling. The breeze was pleasantly warm. It indeed was a perfect night to camp out.

“Daddy, you know me too well!' I jumped up and hugged his neck.

"All right, young lady," he laughed, patting my back. “Get down."

As happy as I was to see Dad, in my head, however, I had a million questions.

Why did Hawke attack me?

Who was the he-wolf that saved me?

Where had my parents been? Did they know about my memory loss?

Were they aware of the whole royal consort situation?

If they heard about what Theo said to me, what would they think?

I didn't know where to start, nor did I want to make Dad too worried. So I decided to just take it slow and see what Dad would have to say.

It took us less than half an hour to find a small dry dent and get a nice fire burning. I sat down on some dry grass, leaning on Dad, who had already hunted a rabbit for dinner and was now rotating the wild game over the fire.

The grease dripped into the fire every few seconds, making the flame dance happily. It was almost meditating to watch. I let out a long breath, feeling my nerves soothed by the peaceful forest night.

'So... how is mom doing?" I asked.