Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder

Chapter 32: Persnickety on the Persephone 

Maeve

I stood near the railing of the ship, looking down at the boat that was bobbing on the water several stories below as Cleo gripped the ladder and slowly made her way up the side of the ship, her eyes fixed on my face.

Robbie was behind her, his voice carrying in the breeze as he encouraged her to keep climbing.

I grabbed her shoulders and helped her over the railing as she came within my reach. She was shaking, swallowing hard as her feet finally met the deck.

“That was terrifying,” she said, her voice trembling as she placed a hand over her heart.

I took her in my arms, squeezing gently before looking over her shoulder at Robbie as he came over the railing and landed with a sharp thud on the deck beside us.

A blond man was standing with his arms crossed over his chest, watching us. Watching me. I turned my head to look back at him, curiosity bubbling through my system.

He was one of those people that was truly beautiful. He looked as though he had been cut from marble by a skilled artist who crafted each chiseled feature with great care. He was deeply tanned, his eyes a vibrant hazel that were light enough to be almost golden in the fading sunlight.

This must be Cap,’ I thought, steeling my expression as I gave him a once-over. He was much younger than I thought he’d be, probably no older than Troy. And to own a boat like this? He must be absolutely loaded. Must be nice to steal for a living.

“Pull er up, boys.” Robbie said to the crew, stepping back as two men began to pull a crank that was slowly lifting the small boat out of the water. It knocked into the side of the Persephone as it climbed higher and higher with Troy and Myla still inside. The blond man stepped forward, the sunset casting a vivid red glow behind him as he gripped the railing and looked down.

I moved Cleo away from the railing as more crewmen stepped toward it, preparing to catch the small boat and lower it onto the deck.

A wiry, elderly man stepped forward, pulling on the sleeve of Robbie’s shirt, whispering something inaudible as the boat continued its ascent.

“Aye, yeah. Troy as a broken arm and the woman has a head wound. Neither could climb the ladder,” Robbie replied, his voice booming despite his attempt at a hushed whisper. Cleo paled, looking down at her feet.

“She’s going to be fine,” I coaxed, wrapping my arm around her shoulder.

“Cap!” Robbie bellowed, and the blond turned his head, confirming his identity. “Doc want’s em’ sent to the infirmary right away.”

“Of course,” the blond said, nodding in the direction of the elderly man, who nodded back and walked across the deck toward a set of large, wooden doors.

“See?” I whispered to Cleo. “They have a doctor on board. An infirmary, too.”

Cleo exhaled deeply, a little of the tension leaving her shoulders as the crewmen crowded the railing in front of us, their arms outstretched as Troy stood up in the small boat, holding Myla up to the crewmen with his good arm.

“What the hell did you get yourself into, Troy?” said the captain as Troy climbed over the railing, accepting the help of the crew.

“I have a lot to explain, Keaton,” Troy replied, but the captain wasn’t listening. Keaton was staring at Myla as she was laid out on a stretcher, his golden eyes fixed on her face and his hands trembling slightly as he began to reach down to touch her on the shoulder.

Cleo stiffened beside me, and I stepped forward to tell the man to get back, but Cleo’s hand shot out and grabbed my arm.

“Leave him be,” she said quickly, a strange expression lining her face. She was fiercely protective of Myla. Something about her behavior now made a chill run up my spine.

I looked back at the captain, Keaton, and watched as his expression began to twist with concern as Myla was carried away and through the double doors.

“What was that all about?” I said, not meaning to say it so loudly.

Keaton turned his head towards me, slowly, fixing me with a steely glare. “Ah,” he said, his voice lifted in a mocking, unfriendly lilt. “This must be Princess Maeve, the very reason Mirage is burning to the ground right now, hm?”

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Igaped at him, taken aback by the comment. “How dare you speak to me in such a way.” I scoffed.

He took two long, quick strides and suddenly we were nose to nose, his golden eyes boring down into mine. “Let’s get one thing straight,” he snapped. “I do not care that you’re a princess. You’re a passenger on my ship. A fugitive, in fact, of Alpha Damian. I’m risking the lives of my crew by having you aboard.”

“I’ll leave then-”

“Oh, will you? Be my guest. Watch out for the sharks on your swim back to the shore,” he hissed.

I blanched, blinking and clearing my throat as I righted myself, tilting my chin upward in a show of defiance.

“You will address me as Captain. You will heed my orders. And if you ever hinder the safety of my crew or even so much as speak out of turn I will,” he paused, looking over his shoulder at Troy. “Do I have your permission to toss her overboard?”

Troy shrugged; a sideways smile plastered on his face. “You’re the captain.”

“I will have you tossed from this ship. Do you understand?” Keaton continued, his brow arched as he waited for my reply.

“It’s a yes or no question, darlin’.” He leaned in, the tip of his nose touching mine.

I swallowed, fighting the urge to take a step away from him but wanting to stand my ground. “Yes,” I murmured. “Whatever.”

Keaton nodded tightly, reaching up to dust a lock of my hair off my shoulder before giving me a dramatic smile and turning away, pointing at Cleo. “Are you the girl’s mother?” he asked, obviously talking about Myla.

Keaton signaled for Cleo to follow him and she nodded as he marched toward the set of doors leading down to the lower levels of the ship. He turned suddenly on his heel, Cleo nearly running into his chest as he skidded to a stop in front of her.

Robbie, who was leaning on

in fifteen minutes. We need

disappeared below deck, the

noticed

You could use a rest, aye?” Robbie extended his hand to me, but I

to him.. in private.” I glared at Robbie, catching Troy’s face in my peripheral. He had an odd, slightly smug

arching his brow toward Troy and shrugged one shoulder. “Well, that’d be you,

Robbie. I’m the captain of

second, then threw my

Cap were

to your quarters for a while, aren’t you?” Troy was

walking forward with my chin jutting toward the sails, not making eye contact with Troy as I passed him. “Show me to my

said, giving Troy a knowing look

looked around the room. Troy’s

miss. Was’na my

quickly shut the door, holding the knob in place as I fought to turn it

miss. You could

of a lock clicking into place, which told me that Troy’s door couldn’t be locked from the outside, which was in my favor. I could leave whenever I wanted. I could go

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moment I was overcome by curiosity. I was

did what anyone would do I

pulled the drawers from the bedside table and dumped them on the bed, spreading out the contents across the patchwork quilt and standing back to take it all in Pencils. Dozens of them. A few wadded-up pieces of paper, dried up bottles of ink, and rocks,

under my breath, using my arms to scoop up the contents of the drawers and arrange them in a neat pite in the center of the bed where

one, sifting through his clothes and tossing them on the ground at my feet as I emptied out the contents of the built-ins, finding nothing interesting or

Singo.

through the tiny drawers that ran down the length of one side of the desk. More pencils. Paper. A few worn-out books and several dozen thin scrolls that I

Maps, of course.

at the castle after the storm when my own room was in ruin. He had given me a book to use as a hard surface to write a letter on, a book of

was likely gone now. He hadn’t brought anything with him. He hadn’t had time, trying to save my life and

tucking the scrolls back in one of the drawers and continuing

time. There was an unfinished sketch of what looked like the beginnings of a beach, a little crab creeping up a rock as

of yourself,” I said, tapping my fingers on the desk and picking up a sea

of his privacy were the things I already knew. He liked to draw. He liked books. He liked maps. A simple man, really. I had been hoping to come across something I

Aaron. I stood from the desk, looking around at the mess I had made. I was overcome with fatigue suddenly and

for me, a pair of trousers and loose top. They were men’s clothes, likely borrowed from one of the smaller crewmen. I pulled my soiled dress over my head and changed, unsure of how the loose

began to drift into sleep.

was all my fault,

the tears

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Maeve

below as Cleo

voice carrying in the breeze as he encouraged her to keep

she came within my reach. She was shaking, swallowing

she said, her voice trembling as she

her shoulder at Robbie as he came over the railing and landed with a sharp

blond man was standing with his arms crossed over his chest, watching us. Watching me. I turned my head to look back at him, curiosity bubbling through

He looked as though he had been cut from marble by a skilled artist who crafted each chiseled feature with great care. He was deeply tanned, his eyes a vibrant hazel that were light

steeling my expression as I gave him a once-over. He was much younger than I thought he’d be, probably no older than Troy. And to own a boat like this? He must be absolutely

lifting the small boat out of the water. It knocked into the side of the Persephone

railing as more crewmen stepped toward it, preparing to catch the small boat and lower it onto

on the sleeve of Robbie’s shirt, whispering

arm and the woman has a head wound. Neither could climb the ladder,” Robbie replied, his voice booming despite his attempt at a hushed whisper.

going to be fine,” I coaxed, wrapping my arm

Robbie bellowed, and the blond turned his head, confirming his identity. “Doc want’s em’

who nodded back and walked

have a doctor on

the crewmen crowded the railing in front of us, their arms outstretched as Troy stood up in the small boat, holding Myla up to the crewmen

you get yourself into, Troy?” said the captain as Troy climbed over the

out on a stretcher, his golden eyes fixed on her face and his hands trembling slightly as

stepped forward to tell the man

said quickly, a strange expression lining her face. She was fiercely protective of Myla. Something about her

the captain, Keaton, and watched as his expression began to twist

was that all about?” I said, not meaning to

me, slowly, fixing me with a steely glare. “Ah,” he said, his voice lifted in a mocking, unfriendly lilt. “This

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Persnickety

the comment. “How dare you speak to me in such a way.” I

took two long, quick strides and suddenly we were nose to nose, his golden eyes boring down into mine. “Let’s get one thing straight,” he snapped. “I do not care that you’re a princess. You’re a passenger on my ship. A fugitive, in fact, of Alpha Damian. I’m risking the

“I’ll leave then-”

my guest. Watch out for the sharks on your

clearing my throat as I righted myself, tilting my chin upward in