Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder

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Chapter 37: Awake

Chapter 37: Awake

Myla

Vanilla, but not the essence Mom used when she baked those chocolate chip cookies I liked. It was sharp, fresh, like the long strings of vanilla beans sometimes sold in the market. I sniffed. There was something else with it, floral, like the heavy scent of the magnolia trees when they were full of mature blooms that had been soaked with rain.

I blinked into the yellow light, sniffing deeply again, then went rigid as I realized what was happening.

I felt electric, my chest tightening with sudden anticipation. This was it. This is what I had been waiting for; it had to be! My mate was near. Very near

But where the hell was I? My head ached painfully, the skin on the back of my neck tight as I tried to move my head to the side, my vision blurred. I was not at home. The floor beneath the bed where I laid was pitching back and forth in slow, rolling motion. But that smell was dominating all of my senses at once.

Where was he? Nearby, for certain.

I reached up to rub sleep from my eyes, groaning softly as my arms ached and tingled from lack of use. Blinking into the light again, I saw a wiry old man, his face drawn in deep concern and heavily lined with age..

“Oh,” I said quietly, only slightly disappointed. I would love him regardless, right? He was my mate, after all. Everyone said the Moon Goddess worked in mysterious ways.

“Cleo, she’s awake! Look!” A deep, honeyed male voice rang out in the stuffy room. I turned my head, seeing my mom step forward with a wide, grateful smile stretched across her face and tears rolling down her lashes.

“Mom?”

“I’m here, sweetheart. Oh, thank you, Goddess!”

“What-”

Suddenly, my vision was filled with gold. I blinked again, surprised, pushing my head back against the pillow to get a better angle of whatever, whoever, was blocking my field of sight.

“Nice to finally meet you, darlin’,” he said, his golden-green eyes sparkling with pleasure. His golden hair was falling around his face, which was deeply tanned, and his wide mouth was stretched into a beautiful smile, showcasing his straight, white teeth. He was gorgeous, the most delicious thing I had ever seen. And he smelled good, like really REALLY good.

Then he touched me, his fingers gently running down the length of my forearm. Electricity. Fire. Pure, unaltered desire.

Oh, take that Natasha Blaine, I thought with mirth. She had found her mate at the last social while I had gone home empty-handed and desperately hungover. Natasha’s mate was balding and had smelled strongly of ale and onions when she showed him off during the market, stopping at my booth to gloat.

But mine?

“Holy

shit…” I breathed, looking up at him.

“Myla!” Mom hissed, her voice twisted in shock and embarrassment. But I only had eyes for the beautiful man hovering over me, his eyes alight with something I could only describe as joy.

Take that, Natasha!I thought, my mind going over how I was going to tell her, how I was going to flaunt my perfect, divinely beautiful match.

But then reality came crashing down around me, the pitch of the room and the dull ache on the back of my head suddenly became too much. I felt a little sick, wondering why all of these people were in my room.

My gaze lingered on the golden man for a second longer before I broke away, turning to the side to see the wiry old man, whose own eyes had narrowed as he tilted his head, looking over my expression.

space now-” he said, but his voice was drowned out by the scream that erupted from my throat as frantically began to look around at the small,

“Where-where–”

from flailing as I turned my head from side to side. The golden man

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Chapter 37: Awake

man appeared at my side with a syringe, the needle gleaming the light of a single oil

tears, “you’ve been asleep for

“Remember-remember what?”

Mom let my hands fall and sat on the

.

at the old man before turning away and sprinting out of the room, the door swinging as the room

straight, my vision blurring as Mom held my

sweetheart. That’s it.

Hooked around, watching as the old man stood in the corner, taking apart the syringe on

we?

a boat,

head hurts really

it does. I know. What do you remember? What is

eyes, swallowing against the bile threatening to

woke up and kicked the

up at Mom as she stroked my hair away from my face. “There was a fire.

That’s exactly

were on

Oh, thank the Goddess!” Maeve burst into the room, leaping forward and throwing her arms around me in a tight squeeze. She took the breath out of me, literally, and I wheezed as she inadvertently tightened her grip as Keaton tried to pull her off of my

face reddened with effort. He was breathing heavily and ran his fingers through his

as she watched the exchange, shaking her

briskly, not taking my eyes off

Maeve a look, but not the playful look I was expecting. There was a severe hurt behind her eyes, something I had never seen before. “What’s wrong?” I asked, looking from Mom to Maeve. Keaton sat on the edge of the bed, glancing at

shadowed by the crowd. He was watching

with so many people. I felt queasy again as I

edge of tears, and the man behind her moved out

going somewhere safe, Myla,” Mom said,

doesn’t answer my

her voice silencing the room.

laugh tickling the

instantly recognized him as the man I found with Maeve in the market weeks ago, the

doing on a boat with Maeve’s breeder? And Gemma was dead? None

he said, standing next

he told me

all. His name was Troy. He was someone named Romero’s grandson. Gemma was dead, and it was likely Alpha Ernest was as well. Drogomor had fallen to Alpha Damian of Poldesse, a pack I hadn’t even known existed.

She had her hair piled on the top of her head, and she was wearing a loose linen top, the sleeves too

princess was here no more, I realized, reaching back to touch the wound on the back of my head, my fingers gingerly stroking the

world was

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