Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder

Chapter 249

Chapter 29 : Nameless But Not Blameless

Maeve

"Aaron?" I said into the dark as my door opened and closed, a shadowed figure moving through the room toward my bed. I sat up, pulling the sheets over my bare chest.

I blinked rapidly to adjust my eyes to the darkness. A drawer squeaked as it was roughly opened, the sound of fabric falling to the ground overwhelmed by murmured curses.

"I thought you weren't coming back until tomorrow," I said, scooting to the side of the bed and slipping my legs out of the sheets. "What are you doing?"

"Get dressed, Maeve. We have to go."

"Go where?" I laughed, standing and reaching over to my bedside table to turn on the lamp. Yellow light filled the room, washing over his face. "Aaron, what's wrong?"

"Turn off the lamp, right now!" he exclaimed, panic flashing in his eyes.

He was filthy, and his clothes were damp and smelled sharply of rainwater and dust. He had dark circles beneath his eyes, and he looked exceedingly wary. I stepped forward, narrowing my eyes as I closed in on him, ignoring his demand.

He had blood on his shirt. Lots of it.

"Aaron?"

"That's not my name, Maeve."

I froze, any warmth I felt by his presence evaporating into thin air and leaving me feeling suddenly exposed. I crossed my arms over my breasts, not taking my eyes off of his. “What kind of game is this? Why are you covered in blood?"

"My name is Troy." He took a step forward, his eyes boring into mine. I opened my mouth to speak, but the only sound that escaped was a choked laugh.

"Okay, Troy," I said sarcastically. But he looked at me, coldly, his eyes vibrant gems in the lamplight.

"Turn off the lamp, Maeve. I'm serious.”

"Not until you tell me why you're covered in blood.” I felt the sudden urge to step away from him. Troy? Who the hell was Troy? All the suspicions I had had about him came rushing forward as I looked over his face, the face I hadn't recognized. The eyes that seemed so new, so incredibly unique. And his chest, scarless, when I knew it shouldn't be. "You're not Aaron, are you?"

"I'm not. I never have been. Aaron is on an island somewhere. He’s safe. He'll be returned to his family."

"I don’t understand," I said, an edge to my voice. "Why are you here?"

"A mission," he said as he took another step, his hands outstretched in a show of surrender. "I didn’t come here to be your breeder. I never meant to even touch you. I was here to free Romero from the tower."

"Who?" I took a step away from him.

"I need you to listen to me. I need you to know that everything that has happened between us, everything... that was me. Troy. Not Aaron. I meant everything I've ever said and done with you."

strange feeling beginning to well in the pit of my

love you," he said earnestly, the words echoing in my ears. I

to me. You lied to me; you've been lying this entire

I know you had your own suspicions. I don't have the scar, do I? That's because I never fell out of

in his web of deceit. Everything he had said to me, everything

"Leave my room, now!"

why I took off after I met

of the crowd. You pulled me in. I didn't know who you were. Then you were... not who I

the castle powered down, blanketing us in a dark, complete silence. His face changed, panic and confusion lining his face as he tensed, looking slowly towards the door. I felt his fear. The downy hairs on my arms stood on end as the

of Troy struggling to pull my dresser along the wall and positioning it against the door, preventing it from opening. I heard the shared door open and a similar scraping sound coming from his room. He came back into my room, bending to the ground and tossing a simple cotton dress at me. Then he walked

"What are you doing?"

into strips, cursing under his breath as he wound and knotted the

think barricading me in this room is going to stop me from screaming for help-" Voices echoed from below, skrill commands. Doors began to open and shut, exclaimations of surprise and then terror cutting through the still air of

me, gripping my upper arms so tightly I could feel his fingernails pinching

grabbed the back of my head, twisting his fingers into my hair and pulling me into a kiss so

lips lightly brushing against mine

pushing me away and reaching

"Put it on, now!"

reverberate through the castle, snapping back to reality as Troy pulled the dress over the top of my

"Ouch!"

as spun

sound of footsteps began to sound in the hallway and the

go. We're going to

the door, her fearful sobs cutting

him hard in the chest, which caused him to loosen his grasp enough for me to be free of him and run toward the door. I pushed against the

still. His eyes were on the door as Gemma continued to

cried, hot tears rolling down my

"Troy, help me! Please!"

fists left the door and the only sound from her was a few choked sobs. "Troy? Are you there?" Gemma said, oddly

"I am."

have to get her out. Promise

I promise you,

to him, fire blazing in my eyes.

 

desperately pushing against the dresser. She was crying softly now, her sobs muffled by the door separating us. I began to pull the drawers out of the dresser, my

to go now. You have to get out. The tunnels, they came

"I'll get her out."

her. They're-they're killing everyone-" Gemma's voice was drowned out by a crashing sound, followed by shattering glass

screamed, beating my fists against the dresser. "HELP ME, YOU

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