Sold as the Alpha King's Breeder
at least to me.
"He needs something powerful, something with meaning." Maeve crinkled the chip bag loudly, looking at us for direction. "Well, start calling out names!"
We bounced a handful of names around the room, such as Patroclus, Augustus, Frederick, and Theodore. Maeve turned her nose up at each one, even though Troy seemed willing to give the poor kid any name in the book at that point.
Finally, we exhausted our efforts, slumping back against our chairs as we took turns handing the babies off to Maeve to be fed.