Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder

Chapter 250

Chapter 30: You Let Her Die!

Maeve

"Get away from me!"

I was running, frantic, tripping and stumbling through the dense greenbelt that lay between the castle ground and the village below. There was noise all around me; screaming, shouting, the eerie high-pitched howl of wolves.

I could hear him behind me, his breath catching in his throat as he cursed aloud, begging me to stop.

"You're running right into it, Maeve. You need to stop for a minute. We need to come up with a plan to get to the port-"

"I'm not going anywhere with you!" My face was tight from my dried tears as I spoke.

"Look around!" he bellowed as he clutched me by the shoulder, pulling me to a stop. I could tell by the tone of his voice that he was in incredible pain. One arm was dangling at his side, bent and bleeding profusely from a terrible, protruding fracture in his forearm. I should help him, heal him.

No. I wouldn’t. He was as good as dead to me.

But he was right; fire was blazing in the village. We could see the amber light through the trees and the smoke beginning to drift into the canopy of leaves over our heads.

I turned to him as his hand left my shoulder. He cradled his arm again, his chest heaving with effort.

"Who the f*ck are you?" I said, unable to hide the heartbreak in my voice.

He shook his head, sweat dripping off his jaw as he bent forward, leaning into a tree for support. "I'm really hurt, Maeve.

I can't shift like this. I thought we had more time."

"More time for what, Troy? If that’s even your real name-"

"It is."

"What is happening right now? What happened to Gemma?" My voice cracked as I said her name. I hadn't processed it yet. Everything that had happened within the last half hour was a total blur, only little fragments of memory floating around in my mind. But Gemma's screams were clear. They were still ringing in my ears.

"Alpha Damian of Poldesse is invading. He's taking over Drogomor."

"Why? Is that why you're here?”

"No. At least, I didn't know this was his plan. I thought-" he swayed, pitching forward. I felt my body moving to help him without my permission, but I righted myself, my fingers curling into fists. "Romero he-Damian used me. I was a decoy to keep you and Ernest distracted while he made his move."

"What does this have to do with me? I'm not the Luna yet-"

He looked up at me, his eyes shining with unimaginable pain, "Damian wants you for something I don’t understand. Romero was in on it, he tried to explain it to me but I thought he was just a mad old fool, I-"

scream ripped through the air around

think straight. I need to get you

I started to walk forward again, grinding my teeth as my skin prickled with mingled guilt and fury.

you to my ship. You’re not safe in Valoria. All of Damian's

said, turning around to face him once more. "She was right there. She

you to Damian, and I am certain your fate

wasn't your decision to make." I swallowed a sob, blinking back

Maeve. We

me to your ship? Where

to

"I don’t-”

I will keep you safe, Maeve. I will reunite you with your

Ernest? He's my family. He's out

wants to be on his own.

"What does he—"

mate," he said. "I have no way of describing to you what that feels like. You

"Neither would you!"

face, searching for something behind my eyes. "I do know. I know what

I swallowed it down, praying it didn't show

to push himself off

a lot of

settling on the blood-soaked sleeve of his shirt. He was pale, his eyes

deeply as I bit down even harder, enough

took his face between my hands

would ever be the same after this. Every feeling, every touch had been a lie. The man I met in the market was gone. The man who teased me, who tossed me in the grass and ran his fingers down the rise of my hips while we laid

amount of blood I had given him might have been enough to take the edge off his pain, give him enough

be broken. His ankle would continue to swell. He wouldn’t be able to shift and function with

out of the kiss, his face tilted up to the sky as he breathed in, closing his

whispered, my

***

Troy, his good arm wrapped around my shoulder and his broken arm tied

old stone buildings were being licked by flames, and their

way down the center of the road, unintelligible shadows

was up in flames, the

ruin, not

street ahead of us. A figure limped out of the smoke, her long gray hair billowing out behind her like a cloak as she

He was barely conscious at this

was once their home through the smoke, flames totally engulfing it. Violent thunder boomed

the river, now,"

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