Sold As The Alpha King’s Breeder Chapter 310
Chapter 90 : Heartbeat
Troy
Chaos wasn’t the right word to describe what had happened. | watched in horror as Maeve copsed in
Rosalie’s arms, her eyes going still and sightless.
Ethan was screaming at the pilot tond the ne, and sud denly we were plummeting to the ground,
holding on for dear life as the nended roughly in a field just outside of Mirage.
Ethan told me it would be a bumpynding, even though this seane was equipped tond on the
ground. Still, it needed a runway, and all we had was a field.
I carried Maeve out of the ne, Ethan close behind me with Rosalie in his arms. Steven was talking
frantically into a radio, try ing to find someone to help us, to help Maeve, who was panting in my arms
as Iid her down in the grass.
“Warriors are on their way; they’re going to get her to the hos pital. It’s only-only half an hour from
here-” Ethan stammered as he struggled with Rosalie, who was fighting against him.
“Let me go, Ethan!” she snapped.
“You need to calm down!” he retorted, but she elbowed him sharply in the chest, and he loosened his
grip just enough for her to dart forward,nding on her knees in front of Maeve, “Troy, we can shift. We
can carry the women-” Ethan said.
I looked down to see Maeve’s eyshes fluttering. “I don’t want to have these babies in the grass. That
would be… be silly.” Maeve said weakly, her mouth twitching into a smile.
I could feel her energy waning. Every minute that passed felt like a lifetime as we waited for help.
Maeve cried out in pain, and I felt absolutely helpless.
“Something’s wrong!” she said, over and over.
Rosalie was praying, running her fingers through Maeve’s hair. Rosalie looked at me, her eyes full of
tears.
“We need to deliver them, right now,” I said, not sure how the words had even formed in my mouth. I
hadn’t meant to say it; hadn’t even been thinking about it.
“How?” Rosalie pleaded.
She looked exhausted; her face twisted in pain. Goddess, it felt like Ethan and I were about to lose
them both.
“Do you have the moonstones?” Ethan’s voice sounded out behind me, and I turned to look at him,
nodding.
“In the ne,” I answered quickly, turning back to Maeve, who was gripping my hand.
She was gray in color, her arms trembling in the wet chill of the air. I took off my sweater and draped it
over her, trying to keep her warm.
“Troy, I wanted to get married,”
“We‘re going to get married, Maeve. I promise,” I choked, try ing to maintain myposure.
“What about right now? Just so I can say… can say we did it…”
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“What are you talking about?” Iughed, despite the situation.
She gave me onest soft smile, then her eyes began to
close.
“Stay awake, honey, please!” Rosalie shook her awake, and Maeve groaned, shaking her head rapidly
from side to side.
“Something’s wrong. Something’s-” Maeve’s words were jumbled, then ceasedpletely.
“Fine, fine. Let’s get married right now. Okay? This is our wedding, underneath the stars. Under the
moon. Open your eyes, Maeve! Do you see it? The moon is so clear out here. There’s no snow. The
stars are out-” I was rambling, absolutely desperate.
Ethan plowed into me, almost knocking me over as he slipped in the wet grass.
“Got them,”
I grabbed him by the jacket, shaking him. “Where is it? That ring? We need it, now!” I could barely
believe the tone I just took with my future father-inw.
Ethan fumbled with his pockets, his breathing in quick rasps as he searched. He found the ring,
which was a simple gold band with a dainty clear stone in a shallow setting, and dropped it into my
hand with the moonstones. He looked me in the eyes and nodded. I nodded back.
| turned back to Maeve, looking down at her, admiring her, taking in every inch of her. | slowly handed
the moonstones to Rosalie.
She wrapped her fingers around the stones, and I saw the faintest hint of red within her palm. I hadn’t
realized she had in jured herself during the roughnding, but the timing couldn’t have been more
perfect.
27073 She leaned over Maeve, kissing her on the forehead before
cing the stones on her chest, holding her hand over them. Ros alie said the ceremony that bound
Maeve and I as husband and wife, but I found myself focusing on the ring in my hand.
Ethan had pulled me aside in Winter Forest before we left and brought me into his office. He pulled a
small box from the safe beneath his desk, exining that the ring was a gift from his brother to Rosalie,
and Rosalie wanted Maeve to have it eventual
ly.
I had no ring to give her. I had nothing to my name besides the clothes on my back, and even those
were borrowed.
This is not how I imagined this moment in our lives together.
And now I held the ring in my hand, turning it over in my palm as Rosalie’s strained words filled the air
around us. Rosalie nod ded at me, and I took Maeve’s hand. Maeve was still, her eyes fix ated on the
sky.
I slipped the ring on her finger andid her hand over the moonstones.
There was a soft rumbling beneath us, an earthquake it seemed. Goddess, could we catch a f*cking
break?
“What is that?” Ethan said, looking around.
I felt adrenaline prickle across my skin as I looked up from Maeve’s face.
“Is the-the airne about to blow up? What’s that sound?” | said as my ears began to ring.
I turned to Ethan, who was looking at Rosalie, who was on her knees next to Maeve, her eyes
downcast as she looked at Maeve’s hand.
The stone in the ring was glowing.
“Oh, Goddess. It’s a moon,”
I was thrown backward by a force I didn’t have the words to exin. It felt like I was moving in slow
motion, a blinding light passing over me, and through me, as I flew through the air. I hit the ground,
knocking my head against the ground, which sent a sharp pain shooting down my spine.
Why was I here again? I thought, my mind unable to process anything besides the pain radiating
through my body. I heard voic es around me, someone shouting orders and the sound of wolves huffing
and panting as they ran by.
Suddenly, Ethan was standing over me, looking down at me in concern.
“Do you realize what just happened?” he shouted, reaching down to pull pieces of grass from my hair.
“What-where’s Maeve?”
***
The hospital in Mirage was nothing like I’d ever seen. The bright fluorescent lights were blinding, and
the air was sterile, smelling sharply of cleaning solution.
It was a far cry from the cozy clinic in Winter Forest with its wood-paneled walls and yellow paint, and
even further from the stone-walled infirmary at the castle where Maeve and I had both prepared for the
pregnancy that was now risking her life.
People dressed in scrubs and crisp white coats hovered around the room where I was standing, shell-
shocked, their voic es a faint murmur in my still ringing ears.
Amniotic fluid embolism, low blood pressure, potential heart failure, cesarean section.
The words felt heavy and unfamiliar as I tried to wrap my head around what was currently happening,
and what had hap pened when I slipped that unassuming ring on Maeve’s finger only an hour ago.
A nurse was actively trying to exin it all to us, but I could barely understand her. Ethan was standing
next to me, clutching Rosalie’s hand so tightly her fingers were turning white.
We were helpless, watching Maeve suffer right before our eyes.
“We’ll do what we can, but she’s far gone. It’s a miracle her heart is still beating. We can likely save at
least two of the triplets, but the thirds heart defect is severe-”
“Enough!” | shouted, squaring my shoulders as though about to enter into a fight. I drew in my breath,
letting the cool, bleach thick air fill my lungs. “No.”
“No, what?” the nurse stammered, taken aback by my out burst.
The handful of nurses and doctors in the room turned to me, which gave me a glimpse of Maeveying
limp on the hospital bed they were surrounding.
She was pale, her hair falling loose over her shoulders. Ros alie let out a choked sob behind me as she
looked past me at the person we all loved… and weren’t ready to lose.
“Just, no. No! There has to be something-any-anything you can do for her,” I stuttered, damn near
ready to drop on my knees and beg.
The ring had been the missing link to the moonstones. We had inadvertently brought them together in
that Goddess forsaken field, and we had no idea what was supposed to happen next. Hadn’t Una said
something about immortality? Hadn’t the stones been the key to saving Rosalie and getting her healing
powers back? If so, why was Maeve still in such an awful way? It didn’t make sense.
“Queen Rosalie.” | turned to her, unable to hide the pain be hind my eyes. She nodded, clutching
Ethan’s arm for support. “You need to help her. We need your blood,”
“I lost my powers, Troy. I c-can’t!” She was desperate, her eyes spilling over with hot, angry tears.
Ethan opened his mouth to speak, but I cut him off, not caring about the consequences or the fact that I
had been walking on eggshells with him since the day I met him.
“You have to do it. You have to. We brought the f*cking moonstones together. That has to mean
something. You’re going to try!” |manded. I didn’t recognize my own voice at that mo ment.
“Alpha King, we need to deliver these infants now, before we lose them all,” said a man, a doctor,
dressed in a starched white jacket.
Ethan continued to look at me, however, his eyes searching my face. To my surprise, he pushed
Rosalie toward me, nodding
slowly as he epted my demand.
The next thirty minutes were a blur. Rosalie, Ethan, and I were dressed in blue outfits that felt as
though they were made of paper. Maeve waspletely sedated, which made me furious and caused
my heart to shatter into pieces. Ethan had to promise he’d stay out of the way, no matter what, in order
for them to let
him into the room.
She had been talking non-stop about what it would be like to see her babies being born, how it would
feel, how she would feel. She wasn’t scared. She was looking forward to it, wanting nothing more than
to bear witness to the process. And now she would miss every second.
I had no choice but to swallow my anger as the surgery be gan. One by one, the boys were born, the
doctors handing them off to nurses in rapid session. Rosalie woke up, it seemed, her voice carrying
through the operating room as she pushed past the nurses handling the tiniest infants I had ever seen
in my life.
The smallest one, the one we had only known about for two days, was bornst.
He wasn’t breathing.
I didn’t take my eyes off Maeve. I cradled her face between my hands and cried as I heard Rosalie
raising all kinds of hell on the opposite end of the room. A ng rang out, the sound of equipment
hitting the floor and small instruments scattering across the white tile. Please, I thought. Rosalie,
please. Save him.
I was counting the minutes, with the numbers clicking through my mind the only thing keeping me
upright at that point. There was amotion behind the curtain, doctors scrambling as the beeping of
the heart monitor next to us began to slow, and then stop.
Rosalie nearly tackled me to the ground in her efforts to get to Maeve. I watched in slow motion as she
held her bloodied hand to Maeve‘s mouth, Rosalie’s lips moving in a rapid, desper
ate prayer.
I watched the heart monitor’s screen.
Please.
Come on, please!
Maeve’s hand was limp, her armying over the side of the operating table. The ring was still on her
finger, and I noticed it begin to glow, faintly at first, then so bright it rivaled the fluores cent lights over
our heads.
Rosalie took a step backward, her entire body trembling. I caught her before she fell, holding her
upright as the doctors con tinued their attempts to save Maeve’s life.
A baby cried, and I let the tears fall. Please, Goddess. Don’t take their mother.
A pair of nurses were talking to me, trying to coax me into let ting Rosalie go. Rosalie had passed out
and was limp in my arms, but I hadn’t even noticed. I was watching the screen, holding my breath,
watching, waiting to see if Maeve’s heart was going to beat again.