Sold As The Alpha King’s Breeder Chapter 292
The Moonstone.
Chapter 72: When a White Queen Dies Maeve
I didn’t even fight as Rex dragged me away from the tomb. I was limp in his arms, my strength spent,
every cell in my body bursting with pure, unadulterated grief.
I felt empty.
I didn’t notice how thendscape changed as Rex carried me over a rocky hill and down into a small,
sheltered cove. I didn’t notice when my hands were tied behind my back around a tree and I was left on
the shore, facing the water.
Troy was trapped inside the tomb we had spent months trying to find
And something had happened to my mother.
I could feel it in my bones as I looked out over the water, a great transformation taking ce within me
minute after minute, the image of the two wolves I had seen in the circle of stones flowing in and out of
my mind.
“Not yet. I’m not ready to lose them,” I whispered as I sat on the beach, waiting for whatever came
next.
Damian’s cruiser was rocking on the water in the distance. It was arge, modern boat, its white frame
glimmering in the sunset as I sat on the beach just outside of arge canvas tent at Damian’s beach
camp.
I counted nine people in total, including Damian. I had been watching the cruiser for several hours and
hadn’t seen a single person moving across the deck.
Nine people, that was it. That was all that was between me and getting back the Persephone for help
freeing Troy from the tomb and doing whatever it took to get back to Winter Forest as quickly as
possible. If I could get free….
I wondered how quickly I could get there if I stole Damian’s boat.
Augh rang out somewhere behind me, and I winced, turning my head only slightly toward the noise.
That’s when saw her, and my skin prickled with heat.
“Opaline?” I said, as though to myself.
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She was within earshot, however, and looked right at me as she walked along the beach, her icy
blonde hair trailing behind her.
She bowed dramatically, thenughed again as she rose, tucking her hair behind her ear. “Princess
Maeve, our royal fugitive!”
“What the hell are you doing here?” I hissed, digging into my restraints with my nails.
“I could ask you the same thing, but I already know. On a little treasure hunt with your boyfriend, huh? I
see he was a sessful breeder.” She walked toward me, stopping short of me by mere feet.
My cheeks med with fury as I narrowed my eyes at her. “You didn’t answer my question.”
“I’m here because my soon-to-be husband is here, that’s why.”
“Who? You’re already,”
“Oh, Julian? He perished in the invasion,” she said, giving me a faux frown before she began tough
again.
I swallowed against the lump in my throat, sensing there was much more to her story about her
brother’s, or husband’s-whatever he was-death. She watched me for a moment, then knelt so we were
at eye level. She tilted her head from side to side, her ck eyes narrowing.
“Damian is making me his Luna.”
“Congrattions,” I said, the sarcasm in my voice biting.
“I will be Luna of all of it, Princess. Every inch of the packnds.”
“Okay,” yawned.
She pursed her lips, unhappy about theck of reaction she was getting out of me. “Did you not hear
what I just said?”
“I did. But, you’ll have to pry the title of Alpha King out of my father’s cold, dead hands before you can
ascend the throne as queen.”
“Who says I haven’t?” Something in her voice made the breath catch in my throat.
I looked at her, trying to peer behind her haunting eyes. “You’ve seen him? My dad?”
“Oh, yes. I’ve seen him. He came to Mirage not long after the invasion with his son, the heir. Your
brother.”
Fear gripped my chest as I leaned forward, frantically picking at my restraints. “Where are they now?”
“It doesn’t matter, does it? A lot has happened since you fled from Valoria, Maeve. Like a coward.”
“I didn’t flee. I was being held against my will –”
“By the man you now love, the same man who is the father of your child?”
I bit my lip, closing my eyes to stop the tears welling in the corners of my eyes from running down my
cheeks. I couldn’ t possibly be this alone, could I? Dad and Rowan wouldn’t have gone down so easily.
“Tell me what happened,” I said firmly, my voice edged with righteous fury. Opaline smiled menacingly,
her eyes narrowing into cat-like slits.
“Opaline, that’s enough.” Damian’s voice wafted over to us, and Opaline turned her head, her face
falling as her opportunity to torment me further evaporated into thin air.
Damian approached us, looking tired, his eyes lined with dark circles and his hands bandaged, likely
from the injuries he had sustained when he tore the tomb to pieces. He reached down and picked me
up by my restraints, lifting me to my feet and roughly pushing me forward to keep in step with him as he
led me into arge canvas tent.
Opaline followed but was quickly dismissed before she could gain entrance to the tent. I gave her a
menacing smile of my own as the tent p closed in her face.
To my surprise, Damian cut the rope that bound my hands behind my back. I looked around, taking in
the splendor of the tent. The sand had been covered withrge rugs, and several couches had been
ced around the table Damian had been using as a desk. This ce looked lived in, like Damian had
been here for quite a while.
“How did you know where to find the tomb?” | asked without even thinking. The question had been at
the tip of my tongue since my arrival at his camp.
He shrugged, motioning for me to sit as he took a seat behind the desk. Arge tray of food was sitting
on a side table. It was nearly nightfall, and it had been almost ten hours since Damian had taken me
away from the tomb. I was starving.
“I have a friend,” he said casually, cleaning off his sses with his shirt.
“A friend?”
“Don’t listen to Opaline; she is upset you weren’t dealt with right away.”
I turned away from the food and stared at Damian, wondering what exactly he had nned for me.
“She said my father went to Mirage.”
“He did, yes,” Damian breathed, looking down at a map on his desk.
“Uh, and? What happened to him?” Desperation was tying my stomach into a knot.
“He left with your brother. They were headed north, over the Eastern Mountains.”
“The Eastern Mountains? Why?” No one had ever been able to cross those mountains to my
knowledge.
“I don’t know, Maeve. And don’t ask me if they were sessful. I’ve been out of range for weeks
chasing this damn-” He looked up at me, his face totally serious and tone stone cold as he continued.
“Where is the moonstone?”
I wondered if he knew there was more than one, but decided not to mention it.
“I assumed it would be in the tomb. That’s why we came… but you obviously didn’t find anything.”
He red at me. “Don’t y dumb. What did you want it for?”
“To stop you from taking it.”
“There has to be more to it than that, Princess. What were you nning to do with it? What powers
were you wanting to conjure?”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,”
“Tasia told me everything, you know. About what happened to you in Dianny. She warned me your
powers were unreachable, but I wonder if that’s the truth or if you’re lying about your abilities.”
“Tasia?” My mouth had gone dry at the mention of her name. Tasia, who had been so helpful, so kind to
us in Dianny, had been working with Damian this whole time?
“I told you I had a friend who knew where to find the tomb.” His smile was wicked, and I felt bile rising in
my throat as I forced myself to look into his eyes, steeling my expression.
“Tasia is a good-”
“Tasia wants what her pack prevents her from having. She is powerful, that woman. Too damn powerful
for her own good. But with the Moonstones, well-”
“She can’t use them. She’s not a White Queen.”
“She’s still a descendant of the Moon Goddess. The Lycaonian line has always been much more
powerful than the White Queens. I thought you’d know this already, having seen Dianny and its
people.”
I swallowed, feeling lightheaded. Damian was right; Dianny held great powers in its valley. But Una had
told me not everyone had the powers of Lycaon, that they were rare. That Tasia had been the first one
born with them in many generations.
“What are you nning to do, Damian?” I was growing impatient. Every minute that went by was
another minute Troy was trapped in the tomb and my mother was dying-at least that’s what I felt like
was happening.
“I want it all, Maeve. I won’t lie to you about that. But, I don’ t possess great powers like you and your
mother and Tasia. Your father got lucky when he ascended the Alpha King’s throne. He’s been a lucky
bastard his entire life. I’ve had to grovel and sow my path to the crown every waking minute of every
day. It’s mine. It’s mine as much as it should have been Romero’s, don’t you see?”
He stood, walking around the corner of his desk and then leaned against it.
“I needed you to gain ess to the cave. I thought you knew where to find the moonstone and could
harness its powers for me. Troy falling for you only sweetened my n. I nned to use him against
you to do my bidding.
Make you bend, break you. But without a moonstone, Troy wasn’t necessary.”
“I don’t know where it is,”
“I know, but that doesn’t matter anymore. I can still use you to get what I want. Your father hasn’t given
up his search for you. Before we traveled through the pass I heard he was building an army,”
“I won’t let youy a finger on him, on anyone in my family!”
“I’m afraid you’ll be long gone by the time that happens, Maeve. I don’t have any other choice. Once
you have that child, well… What happens to you will be what should have happened to your mother.”
My hands went reflexively to my stomach as I red at him.
“That child will be the heir to three kingdoms. I don’t mean to waste that,” he said.
“I won’t let you-”
“You don’t have a choice, Maeve. In the morning you’ll be heading back to Isle’s with me, where we’ll
get word to your father of your whereabouts. He’ll fall for the bait, and I will kill him, and then your
brother, and then you. That baby you carry will be the heir to everything, and people will follow me just
for the sake of the child. Do you understand? No one can deny that child’s heritage-”
“You have no im to any throne!” I screamed, the tension in my body giving way to anger. “You said it
yourself outside of the tunnel! Troy is the Alpha of Poldesse. Not you.”
“Troy is dead, darling,” he said tly.
“He’s not-”
“If not, then he will be soon.”
“I won’t let you do this. I won’t let you have-let you have this baby,” I stumbled over my words, almost
saying “babies” and giving away my secret. I would kill myself before I let him have them.
“I don’t need the Moonstones anymore, Maeve. Not if I have you. And not if Tasia is sessful without
them.”
“Sessful with what?”
Damian smiled as he sat back down, leaning back in his chair. “Killing your mother, of course. Tell me,
would you be able to feel it if it happened? Can you feel it right now?”
I felt as though I would fall apart in that moment, shaking as I tried not to dissolve into a puddle of tears.
“No,”
“Don’t lie to me, Maeve. What happens to the heir when a White Queen dies?”