The Alpha King's Breeder
I tell him, my stomach twisting as a spray of butterflies launches, trying to work their way out through my throat.
“Good,” he says, still smiling. “He will be pleased. Be ready at seven o’clock, please.”
“Yes, sir,” I tell him.
He shakes his head slightly. “There’s no need for you to call me sir, Isla. You’re not a servant here.”
“But aren’t I?” I ask, giving him a pointed look. “I might not be a maid, but I am a servant, I believe.”
Seth takes a moment before he says, “In a way, we are all servants, here to do what our king and the kingdom require. But, no, you should not think of yourself as a servant. You are a guest of the king.”
Hot Chapters