Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder

Chapter 254

Chapter 34: Kneading and Needing

Maeve

“If you wake up earlier, you’ll have a better shot of getting a real breakfast, miss.” Robbie was sitting on a crate, a thick canvas sail laid over his waist as he sewed a patch into it, the needle nearly as long as his hand.

I looked down at my bowl of cold sludge, which was the only way I could describe such a thing. It was oats, probably, with a hint of fly. I picked the fly out of the bowl with my finger, wiping it on the crate I was perched on and looked around, taking it all in as though for the first time

“Why does the Persephone use sails and not engines? I know this ship has power. I saw the electric lights.”

“No one can see us if the ship’s powered down.”

“What do you mean? A ship like this? It stands out, trust me.” I stirred my oatmeal, trying to find the confidence to take a bite.

“Captain Keaton is a traditionalist, you could say.” Robbie breathed, wincing as he pricked his finger with the needle.

“You mean a pirate”

“Aye, a pirate. He is. He can’t have other ships picking up on our location while were runnin’ goods, so we turn the engines off and power down when we don’t want to be picked up on radar, you see? That’s why he chose a Galleon ship when he went into this trade. Cruisers don t have sails.”

“How did he find this thing? Did he build it?”

“A story for another time, miss. Eat.”

I scowled down at my bowl. I was starving, but I couldn’t bring myself to eat it.

“How do you shift, on the boat?” I asked, saying whatever was coming to mind to cut through the boredom.

“That’s easy. We just turn into dolphins,” Robbie said, his face totally serious and focused on his work.

I opened my mouth, shocked, but then heard a snort from above our heads, where Troy was at the helm, his hands wrapped around the great wooden steering wheel with a crooked smile on his face.

“Whatever.” I said under my breath, stirring my cold oatmeal again.

“You should eat, Maeve.” Troy said, looking down at me. “I’m sorry.” i said to Robbie. “Do you hear someone talking?”

Robbie’s eyes went wide, and he puffed out his cheeks, shaking his head as he looked back down at his work. “What did you get yourself into, Troy?”

“Nothin’ I can’t handle,” Troy laughed, looking down at the compass in his hand before turning the wheel a fraction of an inch.

“Where is the real captain today? I’d like a private audience with him.”

“He’s likely in the infirmary, with Myla,” Troy said down to us, arching his eyebrow in my direction. He was trying to get a rise out of me.

“Stop talking to me,” i bit out, setting my untouched oatmeal down on the crate and turning my back on Troy, my eyes focused on Robbie.

Robbie scratched his beard, looking up at Troy for help. “Don’t leave me with this one-”

She needs someone else to harass. Looks like that’s you, pal,” Troy

he was smiling, I could feel it.

to look in on my friend”I began, giving Robbie a

has other

around, glaring up at him. “I said STOP talking to me,” I snapped, turning back around and fixing Robbie with a glare, sizing him

swallowed, squaring his

a fight, Robbie,” Troy said with

Kneading

uncomfortable, his shoulders tensing as I narrowed my eyes at

“He’s right there, miss,”

Troy. I need to

I can’t say

going. I need to get word to my family somehow

into open waters, Maeve,” Troy said, completely ignoring the fact that I didn’t want him to speak to me for the rest

him,

he said nervously, looking back up at

energy coursing through my veins. I was going to get something out of

she

turned on my heel to look up at him as Robbie let

Maeve. I’m the one you’re

have nothing to say to

keep talking, though?” Troy gave me a smirk,

was about to lose it. I had no qualms of

my hands clenched into fists so tight that my nails were digging into the palms of my hands. Robbie called for me, his voice shaky as he did so. Other crew members stopped what they were doing to watch as I walked up to Troy, fury flaming behind my

a half had been a living nightmare. I was sick over it, of the loss of the terror and the grief. I blamed

taking pleasure in it. I pulled my arm back, thrusting it forward with every intention of socking him cleanly

Keaton said,

lower deck. “She’s

turned me around, looking me up and down before leaning to speak into my ear. “What did I say would happen

*I didn’t-”

fighting on

“He deserves,” I began.

realize the position he’s in now,

tightened his grasp on my arm,

to break us apart,

around until he spotted Robbie on the deck below. “Take her

squeaked, remembering my conversation with Pete the night before. I swallowed, shaking my head. “No, I

apologize to Troy for being a right pain in the ass, Princess,” Keaton said as he leaned toward me again, his eyes wide

lip pushing past him and darting down the

the lower levels of the ship, fighting back tears of anger,

Who were these people?

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