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.

"Ciana," Greg hissed urgently.

I waved him off. I wasn't going to leave until Warren and I sorted this out. There was a part of him that wanted to come with me, I could see it.

"Maggie's still pretty weak. I know she doesn't act it. but her illness weighs on her heavily. I can't bear to see her suffer, so I’m going to stand by her. She got a little stronger, after Sebastian died, just like how I woke up. Maybe, there is still hope for her to recover fully," he explained in a rush.

"Warren that's... that's really admirable, but look what she’s done. She tricked all of us into thinking she was dead, turned you against Theo, and is trying to destroy my pack and the crown. Is she really the sister you know?" I asked. I was careful with my words, hoping it wouldn't piss him off and change his mind about helping us.

“I just want Maggie to live. We've both suffered enough and if I can help her get better, then I think she will stop being so angry and hateful,* he said, giving me a gentle, hopeful smile.

I wasn't convinced, but I couldn't argue. Warren had a dream, an ambition, to save someone important to him. I respected that because I would do the same.

“I'm not following her blindly. I hope you know that. There are lines I won't cross. I have no intention of killing anyone or badly hurting anyone for her. That's why I'm helping you escape. But I'm not going to abandon her while there is hope for saving her," he told me firmly.

“O-okay." I sighed, nodding slowly. “Well, in that case, Warren, hopefully, we'll meet again.’

Warren grinned and nodded. "Count on it."

My heart ached for Warren. So much had been taken from him. He was so confused, and through it all. he was still trying to be noble. I just hoped that in his efforts to save Maggie, he didn't lose himself entirely.

Also, what would Maggie do if she found out Warren helped us escape? She might not be so forgiving. After all, she seemed more interested in winning Theo as her own than rebuilding her family.

I turned away from Warren and headed toward Greg. He gave a relieved sigh and we headed down the road. I glanced back once to see Warren walking in the opposite direction. Once we went around a bend, he was gone completely.

"I know it isn't easy, Ciana, but you have to let him figure this out on his own. Warren is a big boy, he can handle it," Greg said, trying to be comforting.

"I hope so," I replied, more to myself.

Just as Warren said, there were no guards on the road. I was greatly relieved by that. It didn't take long before Greg and I could see the edge of the forest and the main road beyond. We'd be out of that place in just a few minutes!

Suddenly, a cold, sharp laugh echoed through the trees and I froze.

Beside me, Greg snarled and lowered into a crouch, ready to fight.

"Dear oh dear, how did the two of you get this far?" Maggie's voice chimed.

I turned to face her, my spine a stiff rod, palms clammy.

Maggie grinned and shook her head. "I knew Warren would betray me. He just doesn't have it in him. That weak, soft hearted fool. But it worked in my favor, because he dropped you exactly where I knew he would."

Maggie laughed again and all the hair on my arms stood on end