Sold As The Alpha King’s Breeder Chapter 253
Chapter 33: Loss of Privileges
Maeve
It was full dark when I woke up, the room still and empty. Moonlight was drifting in through three
circr windows on the wall above my head, long beams of pale light casting shadows across the
room.
I rose and stretched; the superficial wounds on my skin were gone, and any soreness from the fall had
been mended.
What now?
I didn’t know my way to the infirmary, but I wasn’t technically a prisoner. I decided to wander for a bit
and try to find Cleo, maybe even something to eat
The ship was massive and easy to get lost in. The hallways were narrow, no wider than the average
man’s shoulders in some spots. It was dimly lit too, but I noticed electric lights along the ceiling that
were not in use. I wondered why they were using sails to move the ship instead of engines. The boat
was silent, ghostlike, as it moved in the waves.
After an hour of exploration, I finally found the infirmary. It was situated toward the bottom of the ship,
not quite the lowest level but close enough to feel chilly and ustrophobic. There were no windows
down here, not a single one. I ced my hand on the wall as I made my way toward the entrance of
the infirmary, knowing that on the other side of the wall was the sea.
The infirmary was just a room, a small one, lit by a singlentern. There was a small nook in one
corner, separated by a curtain. I could hear the doctor snoring as I came into the light, smiling and
nodding at Cleo, who had looked up from the book resting on herp.
“How is she?” I asked, sitting down in a narrow, ufortable chair next to her.
“Fine, I think. The doctor thinks it was a concussion, a bad one, probably. But he stitched her up, and
she seems to befortable, at least. We won’t really know until she wakes up. My midwifery skills
only go so far.”
“I’m sorry, Cleo. I tried—”
Cleo took my hands in hers, brushing her knuckles against my fingers. “Don’t fret, Maeve. This wasn’t
your fault.”
“But it was my fault, wasn’t it? If what Troy said about Alpha Damian is true?”
“No, darling. Please don’t think that way. All of this was out of your control.”
I sighed, leaning back against the chair and resting my head against the wall. We sat in silence for a
long while, Cleo eventually falling asleep sitting upright in her chair. I watched M breathe, her chest
rising and falling in a smooth rhythm.
I thought about opening up my skin again and giving her my blood, but stopped myself. What good had
it done before? Troy was an absolute mess before Cleo had been able to align his broken bones and
pop his shoulder back in ce. I had just been able to ease his pain temporarily, I think
I stood, closing the door of the infirmary behind me as I walked into the narrow, chilly hallway, feeling
along the walls until I reached the stairwell. I walked up, and up, and up until I reached the floor where
my room was, Troy’s room, but I stopped before turning the corner to go back. Up the stairs was the
entrance to the main deck, and I felt the urge to push open the doors and breathe in the air.
But I didn’t want to run into Troy, especially if he was alone. I didn’t trust myself around him. I wanted
him as much as I had before I found out who he really was. But I also loathed him, fiercely, and I knew
if given the opportunity I would toss him over the railing of the ship into the water below and like it.
But I didn’t have the strength to do that right now. I hadn’t eaten in over a day. I had slept for a few
hours at the most. I was sick to my stomach with grief, with fear.
I wanted my parents. I wanted to go home.
“You thought you had it rough before, huh?” I whispered, thinking back on my time in the castle.
Suddenly, a thought struck me, piercing through me so intensely that I nearly toppled over. I held onto
the wall, bending over by the waist with one hand pressed against my stomach
Oh, Goddess. I could very likely be pregnant!
That was the entire reason I was in Valoria. I was supposed to give the Drogomor pack an heir. I was
supposed to be Luna, at least until that child was grown and ready to rule.
And now, what would I have? Not the heir to Drogomor, but Troy’s child. How could he do this to me?
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And what about Ernest and Gemma? How long had they known about Troy’s real identity? I felt angry,
my hands clenching as I leaned against the wall for support.
But then I envisioned Ernest with Gemma clutched to his chest, walking out into the field of grass. His
dream of losing his mate hade to fruition. My anger at them didn’t matter. Gemma was dead.
Ernest was likely dead as well. They were gone.
“Are you alright, miss?”
I turned my head to the voice, seeing a young man standing in the hallway near the stairwell, antern
in one hand and bundle of something in the other.
“Yes, 1-”
A little seasick?
I nodded, although it was a lie.
“You’ll get your sea legs soon enough. Happens to the best of us!” He tilted his head toward the
stairwell. “The galley’s just downstairs. I – can show you, get you some crackers or something,”
“Yes, please,” I said hurriedly, my stomach tightening at the mention of food.
“Great,e with me,” he said as I followed him down the stairs. He turned his face to me, smiling.
“I’m Pete, by the way. Young Pete.”
“Why Young Pete and not just Pete?”
“Because there’s an Old Pete on the ship already, but he doesn’t like being called that. He goes by
Peter, actually. But it doesn’t matter. You can call me whatever you want.”
“Okay. Pete,” I said with a littleugh. He smiled up at me as I descended the stairs, then motioned for
me to follow him through a darkened archway that opened up to arge room with wooden tables and
chairs in neat rows, illuminated by the light of hismp.
“I’m not supposed to be in here, honestly,” he breathed as we crossed the room and entered the
kitchen. “I lost my privileges, you could say.”
“Privileges?”
“I got hungry one night,” he began, opening a tall cab and pulling a box of crackers from the top
shelf. “Came down and made myself a little treat. I found some salt pork in the pantry and ate it, and it
was delicious. In my defense I didn’t know it was thest of it, and we had nearly three weeks until we
made port again. Oh, man. Troy looked like he wanted to toss me from the ship when he found out.”
“Hmm…” i tapped my finger on the counter as he rummaged, wondering if I should start asking him the
burning questions I had about Troy.
“Do you want some beer?”
“No, I can’t-” I said quickly, but stopped myself before I said anything I didn’t mean to say aloud.
He shrugged. “Better drink some water, at least. Here,” He handed me arge ss jug, the amber
ss reflecting in themplight. “Take it up to your room with you. We all have one.”
“What is it?” I asked, holding the heavy jug up to the light.
*A growler, they’re called. It’s just water, unless you want something stronger. We don’t have much time
in the galley during the day. You’ll find these all over the decks, though. Justuh, tie a ribbon on the
handle or something, that way you know which one is yours.”
“Okay.” I said quietly, setting the growler on the counter as he continued to rifle through the pantry. He
handed me a basket of snacks: dried fruit, crackers, and a few pieces of jerky.
“You shouldn’t eat too much right away, it’ll make the sea sickness worse. Just a few bites at a time,
Okay?”
I nodded, resisting the urge to smile at him. I could eat an entire roast with all the fixings right now, by
myself. A few crackers and a dried apricot weren’t nearly enough. But Pete seemed like a kind man. I
was thankful for not only the food but thepany.
“Do you know where we’re headed?” I asked as he closed the cabs.
He shrugged. “Open water, that’s all I know. Have to wait for this all to blow over-”
“We don’t have a destination?” Panic rose in my throat, but I swallowed it down, trying to maintain my
composure.
Pete eyed me curiously, then shrugged again, leaning against the counter. “Do you have somewhere
you need to be in a hurry, miss?”
“Home, ideally.”
“Where is home for you?”
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*Winter- “I paused, pursing my lips. Maybe I shouldn’t say anything…
“Winter Forest? No way!” Pete looked about five years younger as he said it, his eyes lighting up.
“Northerndy then, huh? I heard the women outnumber the men up north. Is that true?”
“1-I don’t actually know
”
“I’ve always wanted to go. Always. Ma said, well, she said I need to find a mate down south, close to
home. But there’s a lot ofpetition
“I don’t think that’s how mates work-”
“And I said, Ma, the isles are small and”
“You’re from the Isles?Another lump formed in my throat, fear tightening my chest.
“Yeah, I am,” he said, biting into a piece of dried fruit. “From a little ind near Papeno. It’s called
Drifter’s Rock.”
*Are you part of Poldesse?”
He nearly choked on his fruit, shaking his head. “Oh, no!”
“Then what pack do you belong to?” My voice was harsher than I meant it to be, and the young man
looked slightly taken aback.
“No pack, miss.”
“No pack? You’re a rogue, then?”
“No, not exactly.”
“I don’t understand?”
“If that’s you in my kitchen Petey, I’ll tan your hide and throw you to the sharks!” came a booming voice
from behind a door on the other side of the kitchen.
Pete’s face flushed, then he motioned toward the door back to the dining room, taking two long strides
and holding it open for me.
I told you I lost my privileges,” he whispered and winked, walking briskly ahead of me while we headed
back to the stairwell, our stolen goodies clutched in our hands.This text is ? N?velDrama/.Org.
“I left my growler-”
“No bother, you can get it at breakfast. Olly is a mean old man between the hours of eight in the
evening and six in the morning. I wouldn’t go back, if I were you.”
“Olly?”
“The cook. The king of the kitchen. King of the ship, in my opinion. Captain Keaton doesn’t mess with
him, either.”
“Oh, noted,” I said shortly as I reached the stairs. Pete stood at the railing, shifting his weight nervously.
“Are youing up?”
“No, I bunk with the rest of the crew down here. You go to bed, miss. I’m sure you’ll feel better in the
morning.”
He walked down the hallway, hisntern disappearing from view and leaving me shrouded in total
darkness as I made my way back to my room.
What the hell had I gotten myself into?