Sold As The Alpha King’s Breeder Chapter 271
Chapter 51: Dream Dancer
Troy
I burst through the door, not caring that several unfamiliar people were crowded at the entrance of the
stuffy, windowless room in Alpha Una’s pce. The door mmed into at least three of those people,
who scowled and murmured words of disdain as I pushed through the crowd, shoving carelessly at the
bodies who refused to make way. Maeve was seated on a bench against the wall, beads of sweat
rolling down her temples as she cradled her arms against her stomach. “What’s wrong with her? Why
are all of these people here?” I said hastily, nearly knocking a man who was refusing to move out of my
way to the ground as I fell to my knees in front of Maeve, taking one of her hands in my own. “Hey.” I
said softly, reaching up to tuck a lock of hair behind her ear. Her skin was hot to the touch. Feverish.
“Get away from her!” Someone grabbed me by the shoulder, attempting to pull me backwards. I turned,
rising just enough to sock the man in the jaw with an audible crack. He swung blindly, missing Maeve’s
head by mere inches as his fist grazed the stone wall behind her. I got to my feet in an instant,
punching him in the stomach, then chest, dodging his blows as I leapt up, wrapping my arm around his
neck, dragging him down onto his knees. People were screaming, the crowd trying to funnel through
the door I had left splintered and hanging off its hinges. “Let him go. Troy!” Una was at my side, a
small, ancient woman standing behind her. I rxed the muscles in my arm but didn’t release the man,
who was struggling to free himself, his fingernails digging into my forearm. Una watched me, seeing the
fury burning behind my eyes. It was the middle of the night. I had been woken up by M, who had
been pounding at the door to the White Queen’s suite as though the entire city were bursting into
mes. She tried to exin what happened between sobs, her legs bloodied, and feet bare on the
stone floor as she shook with emotion But I didn’t understand. Not a bit. And now, Maeve was sitting
like she was in a trance, her eyes wide and her body rocking back and forth on the bench, shaking with
fever. The man I had in a chokehold finally rxed, his body going limp. I let him drop to the ground,
his eyes fluttering as he groaned, rolling over onto his side. & “What the f*ck did you do to her?” I
hissed, stepping over the man and squaring up to Una, who stood her ground.
& “I didn’t do anything to her.” InfoBagh It was so incredibly loud in the room. I looked around at
the shocked, unfamiliar faces. They were watching me, talking loudly to theirpanions so as to be
heard in the crowd. “GET OUT!” I said, my voice raised in a deep, wall-shaking shout. Una turned to
the crowd, her eyes giving the onlookers a silentmand, and they began to back up, tripping over
each other as they filed out of the room Word spread, they came-She began, turning back to me.
“Word about what?” I was seething. M touched me on the arm, seeming to appear out of thin air.
She knelt next to Maeve, reaching up to touch her cheek while she cooed soft, inaudible words of
encouragement. “You know what I don’t care. We’re leaving. Right now “Scouts were sent to the beach
yesterday, my son. They brought the supplies needed to mend your ship. Your captain will know you
are safe “Safe? Look at her, Unal What in Goddess’s name did you do to her during There is much to
exin,” Una said hastily, reaching back to usher the tiny old woman forward. The woman looked up at
me, unseeing, her eyes cloudy with cataracts. Sweetawaz & NovelJar “Don’t touch her
ground out putting myself between Maeve and the old woman Novelt & Inrobagh “Troy.” Una
breathed, stepping forward and gripping my arm, “Listen to me”You tell me everything, from the
beginning,” i bit out. I could hear M crying, the sound muffled to a nearly silent sniffling behind my
back. Whatever had happened had scared M to death and left Maeve in a stupor, I barely noticed
the other people left in the room until Robbie shifted his weight, handing something to Pete, who was
now rolling something small in the palm of his hand. Tasia was standing next to the bench, her hand on
Maeve’s shoulder, her eyes closed and moving as though she were dreaming. “I will. As soon as
Maeve is well. Una looked at me, desperation shing behind her eyes. I held her gaze as the old
woman side-stepped around me, her hand outstretched as she felt her way towards Maeve, then sat
beside her, reaching into a small purse hanging around her waist and pulling out a muslin packet of
strong-smelling herbs. “Wolfsbane?” M asked, looking from the old woman to me, her eyes watery
with tears. “It’ll kill her” “No, it won’t,” Una said sternly, squeezing my arm to draw my attention back to
her. “Who are you people?” I asked, remembering the Wolfsbaneced smoke that had forced Robble
and I to shift back to our human forms against our will. “You’re familiar with the legend of Lycaon, I
hope? I hear it is told to children as a bedtime story in some packs.” I stared at her, the map of
Lycaon’s tomb hurtling into view behind my eyes before disappearing again, washed away as though
by the storm in which I had lost it. “You no longer have the map, do you?” She continued, looking up at
me expectantly. Are you reading my mind?” I asked, narrowing my eyes. She shook her head, a sober
smile touching her lips. “It’s all been prophesized, Troy. I just thought we had more time.” “More time for
what? What did I see in the circle when Maeve– when she… M broke down, her chin tucking into
her chest as a fresh round of sobs shook her shoulders. I shook off Una’s grip and reached for M,
clutching her to my chest as the old woman began to hum behind us.
“Who are you?” I asked, more firmly. Una swallowed, nodding her head as if she were gathering her
thoughts. “Better to tell them the truth of it, dear,” the old woman said in a gravelly voice. I looked over
my shoulder at Maeve, who was leaning back against the wall, some color returning to her cheeks. Una
cleared her throat, looking past me to where Robbie and Pete were standing, “Lycaon was the son of
Leto, the woman who eventually became the Moon Goddess. We are descendants of him, like Maeve’s
line descends from Morrighan, Leto’s daughter.” Una’s eyes were shining as she looked back at me,
“He came here after she broke the stone.” “What stone?” I said abruptly, Interrupting her. It’s a gem,
came Maeve’s voice in my mind, the memory of her sitting on the edge of the bed in the Persephone
fitting across my consciousness. “The moonstone. The stone she used to make her mate and children
immortal. The same stone she used to curse them as wolves. Una turned and paced; her hands tucked
behind her back as she walked. “Lycaon stole one half of the stone from his sister. Morrighan cursed
him for it, banishing him from the original packnds. He had no choice but to run.” “The original pack
lands?” M asked, turning out of my embrace to look at Una, who nodded. “The North. The cradle of
our kind. Winter Forest, the home of the White Queens.” M looked up at me, her brow knitted in a
confused, ufortable expression. She looked as though she were trying to mind-link with me.
Trying in vain. “Lycaon had followers. He had a family of his own. They attempted to cross the great
mountains that separated the North from what we now call Valoria, but the mountains swallowed his
people whole. They were struggling to cross. Morrighan wasing for him,ing for the stone he
had stolen, so he left his people behind, taking only a few of his followers with him as he continued his
flight. One of those followers was a woman named Diana,” it was Tasia who spoke. I had almost
forgotten she was in the room with us. She stepped forward, standing between her mother and I, her
strange gray eyes fixed on mine. “Diana was the mother of our tribe, Troy. She gave birth to four
daughters on thend in which we stand, and those daughters started our pack, their children carving
this kingdom out of stone.” “What does this have to do with Maeve?” I hissed, growing impatient. I
looked down at M, taking her by the shoulder to face me, “What happenedst night?”
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M swallowed, opening her mouth to speak “My mother. Something is going to happen to her.”
Maeve’s voice cut through the air, and we all turned to her. Her eyes were barely open, her mouth
slightly ajar as she took a breath. “I saw two wolves, two white wolves. I could feel I sensed one was
Maeve. She was M stuttered. “I was bing the White Queen.” “Before her time. Rosalie is
supposed to maintain her powers until her death. A death that shouldn’t being so soon. Una cut in
her face suddenly serious. She inhaled deeply ncing at Tasia. Tasia bit the inside of her cheek, then
rxed, her eyes fixating on mine and drawing out the question lingering on the tip of my tongue.
“Leto passed down some of her abilities to her children. Morrighan in turn passed down the powers the
White Queens still possess; the power of healing the power offort in their voices and movement.
Feminine abilities, one might say. But Morrighan could do one other thing something that White
Queens can only do once. She could call upon her mother, draw her divine power in full. Only a few
White Queens have ever done it. They always meet their ends afterwards.” I had heard the story of
Rosalie and her great, unfathomable power. But our generation, the ones born after the war’s end, saw
it as a myth, a legend. Something told with great vigor around a camp fire. But the knowing look in
Tasia’s eyes told me otherwise. “And us? Those born of the coward, Lycaon? We inherited his curse.” “I
don’t understand said. “We are bound to this ce, tethered to the ground. You cannot mind-link within
the sanctuary of our walls. You cannot shift. The Moon Goddess keeps us contained, shackled, within
the red stone of this valley. Her only gift to us is rare; only a few of us can use it. Tasia moved along the
wall, the fingers brushing against the stone as she walked. “There’s a world outside of our own. A world
most people only see within their dreams. But for some, it is very real. I can go there she spun around
to look at us, and the air seemed to shift and move around our feet. My shirt fluttered in what should
have been a still, windless room. I can see the world as if it’s upside down, and I’m looking into it.”
“You’re talking in riddles” M eximed; her voice choked with emotion “The prophecy has been in
ce since time eternal. Since before Leto even pulled the moonstone from the ground-Una said
quietly. “The stones wille together again. Twenty-one White Queens will be born ande into
their powers. But-Tasia turned, looking past me and settling her gaze on Maeve. “We don’t know what
will happen when the twenty-first White Queenbines the stones. And Maeve is the twentieth. The
prophecy is going toe to fruition before its time.”
“What do you mean?” I asked. *There is one more generation. The children she carries will be sons.
Maeve is not meant tobine the stones, but now the continuation of the White Queens depends on
it. If Rosalie dies before Maevees into her powers, before she produces the next White Queen–”
Una’s voice was low, steady. I felt a chill down the length of my spine. Did she just say “Stop!” i
bellowed, my heart ready to burst out of my chest. “What happened to Maeve? I don’t care about the
rest!” “Maeve invoked the Moon Goddess in the circle. We don’t know how. We don’t know why. The
only reason she’s not dead is that ring.” Tasia crossed her arms over her chest. “What ring?” turned,
following Tasia’s gaze to Pete, was immediately flushed as he unfurled his hand and revealed arge
golden ring with a red stone at its center. I had never seen it before. Maeve had left the castle with only
the clothes on her back. “Where did she get that?” asked, turning back to Tasia. A Dream Dancer.
Someone who can manipte water “What? I was beginning to feel dizzy. “Someone who has the
ability to manipte and travel through water while in the spirit realm, Tasia turned to her mother, who
exhaled and nodded, giving her permission to continue. Tasia stepped away from the wall and closed
her eyes, her hair rising up on her shoulders as the air around us rushed towards her, our clothes
billowing in the breeze she created. “Holy hell” Robbie said behind me, his voice carried away in the air.
Tasia opened her eyes, blinking a few times as the air began to still. “This dancer is a novice, Mother. I
can’t feel them.” Una nodded, looking somewhat withdrawn. The old woman was seated beside Maeve,
her gnarled hand resting over Maeve’s. “The girl needs to rest.” “Yes, you’re right.” Una looked at
Robbie and Pete, an unspokenmand passing between them as the two men suddenly stepped
forward, stepping around me to help Maeve to her feet. “I’m going-” I began, but Una cut me off. “There
is much left to discuss, Troy. You are part of the narrative now. Stay behind, M will tend to her while
we talk.” M immediately moved away from me, giving me a look that told me, without a doubt, that
we needed to leave this ce. But something was stopping me from agreeing. A prophecy?
Moonstones? And what in the hell was a dream dancer? I needed to know more.