Sold As The Alpha King’s Breeder Chapter 258
Chapter 38: A Real Gem
Troy
Her hair was tumbling over the side of the bed as I rose onto my knees, climbing from the bed I had
made myself on the floor for a second night. She was sideways on the mattress, her head closest to
me, with one arm dangling over the side of the bed as she slept.
And, for the second night in a row, I had held her hand in mine as we fell asleep.
During the day, she barely gave me a passing nce, her demeanor somewhat cold and standoffish.
But at night, when it was just the two of us well. I would take what I could get.
I walked slowly across the floorboards, wincing as I opened the door and it creaked loudly, the sound
seeming to echo in the small room. She always slept like the dead, thankfully, and I closed the door
behind me as I slipped into the darkened hallway.
Keaton was waiting for me at the helm as I walked out onto the main deck, looking up into the clear,
starced sky as the sails hung heavy in the gentle breeze. I walked up the stairs, turning my head to
the horizon where the sun was just rising into view, casting an ominous red re across the still water.
“Red sun in morning, sailors take warning,” Keaton quipped, his hands resting on the helm.
I nodded shortly, a chill touching the back of my neck as I looked back over the water once more. Not a
single cloud in the sky, not one white capped wave. Stillness. Calm.
“How long do we have before the storm hits?” I asked, reaching his side and pulling the map from the
inner pocket of my jacket.
He shrugged, arching his brow, “If only someone would let us use the radar system-”
“Damian will spot us the second we power up the ship, Keaton. You’ve seen his cruisers. You know the
kind of tech they have on board.”
* Aye, well, how useful are radars when tracking a ghost?”
The Persephone was truly a ghost lurking in open water. We were invisible. We needed to stay that
way, at least until we reached the southern pass.
“We’re still on course. Don’t worry,” Keaton said, smiling as he tossed me mypass. I caught it,
opening it, and checking to make sure he was correct.
“We’re not going anywhere in this weather,” I said, tucking thepass in my pocket and motioning up
to the sails with the rolled map still in my hand. They were still deted, and the boat was rocking back
and forth in the sea instead of pushing forward towards our destination.
“We can turn the engines on-”
“Not for another day, at least. Not until we’ve traveled out of Damian’s range-”
“Sometimes, I wonder who the captain of this ship is.” Keaton gave me a sideways smile, taking his
hands from the helm and crossing his arms over his chest.
“I just read the maps, Keat. Nothing more.”
He walked behind me, pping me on the shoulder as he headed for the stairs. “Best be getting back
before M wakes up.”
“How did that go?
“Our first night, you mean?” Keaton snorted, shaking his head.
“I don’t need the gory details”
He waved his hand in dismissal, standing on the top step, “Put her straight to bed, in a gentlemanly
way. No fun was had. Not yet.”
There was a twinkle in his eye that made my heart squeeze with jealousy. He caught it, leaning his
back against the railing while giving me a knowing look
*Things not going well with the princess?”
“She hates when you call her that you know,” I said, unrolling the map and spreading it on the table on
the other side of the helm.
Keaton shrugged, tapping his foot, “Oh? What should I call her then, if not princess? Kitchen Wench?”
I shook my head, smiling to myself. “She has a temper, Keaton. I wouldn’t tempt her-”
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“Can you imagine what that one will be like when shees into her powers?” Keatonughed,
shaking his head back and forth. “She’s a formidable creature, Troy. I’d be wary of her, if I were you.”
“Oh?” I said, unable to stop myself fromughing. But Keaton’s expression was suddenly totally
serious, his eyes narrowing on mine for a moment before he rxed, exhaling deeply.
“You told me what you knew about Maeve’s involvement in
everything. But I can’t help but wonder if there’s more you’re not telling me.”
“She’spletely ignorant of anything rted to Damian, I assure you.” I understood Keaton’s
wariness. Alpha Damian was not a man to be crossed. He had been Romero’s Beta at one point,
taking over for the old fool before I was born. Keaton and I had been too young, too far removed from
the pack of Poldesse and the rest of the packnds to understand what happened, but we worked for
the Alpha enough to be cognoscente of the dangers involved. How many times had we seen his pack
members strung up on the docks, their lifeless bodies swinging in the breeze? Or worse,e across
a boat somewhere deep in the waters off the coast of the Isles and seen the carnage inside, a glimpse
of what he did to his traitors and dissenters.
And now we were in the thick of it, at the very center of Damian’s grand n. What that grand n
was, exactly…well, I didn’t know for sure.
I caught Keaton’s eye and shrugged, feeling exposed. “I couldn’t leave her behind, Keaton.”
***Because you believe she’s your mate? Or because you feel”
“|- -l aided in this mess. I was bait, Keaton. Damian used me, used all of us,”
“Aye, well, not much we can do about it now.” Keaton tapped his fingers on the railing, watching me
closely.
“I know you want to say more,” I said with a touch of bitterness.
“What exactly do you n to do with the girl, Troy?”
“Get her somewhere safe. Then somehow get word to her parents about her whereabouts without-”
“Aye, it’s toote for that, Troy,” he said, a dire warning in his tone. “Don’t pretend to be ignorant of
Alpha Ethan,”
“He’s her father, Keaton.” I ground my teeth, shaking my head before breaking from his gaze and
looking down at the map for no reason other than I couldn’t dwell on the subject any longer.
Yes, I knew about Ethan. Alpha Ethan, the king, once the Alpha of Drogomor and the unchallenged
ruler of the packnds, at least by general concession. And then there was her mother, Rosalie. Oh,
jeez. Don’t even get me started on that.
“You’re holding her against her will,” Keaton said boldly, pursing his lips, “We already have Damian on
our ass. Thest thing we need is her parents after us. Her mother, Troy? The White Queen? Come
on.”
We had heard the stories as children, of course. Rosalie’s powers were immense and undisputed. She
was the force that held our kind together, the right hand to the Moon Goddess herself.
“I’m not risking Maeve’s life by turning this ship around and attempting to pass back through the
channel -”
“I’m not asking you to do that,” Keaton’s voice was harsh, serious, his eyes stone cold. “We need to
leave her somewhere and run. Soon.”
“Leave her?”
“Drop her in one of the skiffs and take leave through the pass without her.”
“You can’t be serious.” I almostughed, but Keaton was serious. He was as serious as he could
possibly be.
“Everyone is at risk with her aboard, Troy. Don’t think I don’t know why you’re dragging your feet in
doing the inevitable. This lust you feel, this responsibility, it’s nonsense-”
“You don’t know what you’re talking about,”
“She hasn’te into her powers yet. She can’t feel the mate bond. You have no ground to believe-”
“She could be pregnant, Keaton. There’s a real chance.” I swallowed hard, looking away from him and
gripping the helm for dear life.
Keaton clicked his tongue, shaking his head. “You dumbass.”
“I was doing what-”
“You were never her breeder. Your mission was to get Romero out of his dungeon, or prison, or
wherever the hell they were keeping him.”
“But it was more than that. I showed you the map he gave me.”
Keaton waved his hand in dismissal, “A myth, nothing more.”
“I believe it’s more. And I know Damian won’t stop until he finds her. I can’t give her up to him. I can’t let
her return to her family and put
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them at risk.” I raised my hand to stop him from interrupting, knowing full well Ethan and Rosalie had
already been a part of a war and ended it just fine. “Damian’s after something. He wanted this map
enough to have Romero killed for it. Romero said Maeve was the key. whatever that means. He needs
whatever is in the tomb, and he needs Maeve for it, I know it. I won’t let him have her. I won’t.”
Keaton was staring at me, his face nk of all expression. He shrugged, sighing deeply as he finally
surrendered and continued his journey down the stairs. “I’ll go on your treasure hunt because I wouldn’tThis text is ? N?velDrama/.Org.
be a pirate if I didn’t,” he said dramatically, but the second this gets out of hand, I’m tossing her
overboard.”
“She’ll take you with her, I guarantee it.”
“Aye, well, that’ll be the day.”
He walked across the lower deck, whistling casually as though he hadn’t just attempted to rip me to
pieces. I bit the inside of my lip, shaking my head. “You can have whatever treasure we find”
“Oh, I know,” heughed, looking up at me over his shoulder, then he slipped through the doors and out
of sight.
Maeve
I spread my fingers over the map, trying to make sense of the seemingly ancient script and hand drawn
curves of the unfamiliarnds. It was so differentpared to the maps Troy used to navigate the ship,
so old-fashioned and almost mythical. I turned it upside down, looking at the tiny pictures along the
margins; drawings of wolves and the moon cycles, of course. A strange looking flower and a man with
red eyes. The Moon Goddess herself, depicted as a woman with long, flowing white hair covering her
naked breasts, her skin sketched in silver.
She had a ne on, some kind of gem the centerpiece of the jewelry. I held the map closer to my
face, trying to make out the details in the dim light of the oilmp next to the bed. Where had I seen this
before? The Moon Goddess was rarely depicted as a woman; she was generally drawn or referenced
as a wolf, a great white wolf. And in the rare instances she was depicted in her human form, well, it was
all up to interpretation.
But I was stuck on the ne, some distant, long forgotten memory tickling the back of my mind as I
looked at it.
“The temple!” 1 eximed, nearly jumping off the bed. Of course. I had seen it before. Mom used to
take me with her to the temple in Winter Forest, a great white building made of granite. It was an
ancient ce, an eerie ce, the very ce where all of the White Queens before her had been buried
beneath the stone floor.
I never paid attention to Mom’s long, drawn out, and carefully calcted prayers. My mind always
wondered, as did my eyes, and I vaguely remembered the faded mural on the ceiling of the temple
where the Moon Goddess and her divine descendants were painted in living color
The Moon Goddess had been painted in her human form, white haired with her face obscured. Around
her neck was arge, ornate ne, the centerpiece arge, milky-white stone set in pure silver.
I always thought that was a power move, but if anyone could wear silver without having a near fatal
reaction, it was sure to be the Moon Goddess.
The settings design was repeated on the face of the statue behind the altar at the head of the temple.
The Moon Goddess statue was even more ornate and beautiful than the painting, and in the center of
her neck, a perfect circle, the center nk, empty. I remember touching it once, feeling a kink in the
granite that was made a tool of some kind, like someone had messed up on the carving. But when I
touched it I felt emptiness, like something was missing, the space only as big as my thumb filling me
with sudden dread.
Something had been there at one point. Something that was now gone, now lost.
I looked over the map again, a fire burning in my blood. The symbol was repeated in the margins
several times, and then again towards the center of the map, the circle faded and worn as though
someone had repeatedly traced a route to it over and over for dozens, if not hundreds, or years.
The door to the room opened and I looked up, seeing Troy appear. He had been gone since the
earliest hours of the morning, returning just as I was waking to make it down to the kitchen for another
day of kneading and shaping bread.
“It’s a gem,” I said abruptly before he had even entered the room fully. He looked at me, giving me a
quizzical stare.
“What is?”
“What Damian is after. It’s a gem.”