Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder

Chapter 258

Chapter 38: A Real Gem 

Troy

Her hair was tumbling over the side of the bed as I rose onto my knees, climbing from the bed I had made myself on the floor for a second night. She was sideways on the mattress, her head closest to me, with one arm dangling over the side of the bed as she slept.

And, for the second night in a row, I had held her hand in mine as we fell asleep.

During the day, she barely gave me a passing glance, her demeanor somewhat cold and standoffish. But at night, when it was just the two of us well. I would take what I could get.

I walked slowly across the floorboards, wincing as I opened the door and it creaked loudly, the sound seeming to echo in the small room. She always slept like the dead, thankfully, and I closed the door behind me as I slipped into the darkened hallway.

Keaton was waiting for me at the helm as I walked out onto the main deck, looking up into the clear, star-laced sky as the sails hung heavy in the gentle breeze. I walked up the stairs, turning my head to the horizon where the sun was just rising into view, casting an ominous red glare across the still water.

“Red sun in morning, sailors take warning,” Keaton quipped, his hands resting on the helm.

I nodded shortly, a chill touching the back of my neck as I looked back over the water once more. Not a single cloud in the sky, not one white capped wave. Stillness. Calm.

“How long do we have before the storm hits?” I asked, reaching his side and pulling the map from the inner pocket of my jacket.

He shrugged, arching his brow, “If only someone would let us use the radar system-”

“Damian will spot us the second we power up the ship, Keaton. You’ve seen his cruisers. You know the kind of tech they have on board.”

* Aye, well, how useful are radars when tracking a ghost?”

The Persephone was truly a ghost lurking in open water. We were invisible. We needed to stay that way, at least until we reached the southern pass.

“We’re still on course. Don’t worry,” Keaton said, smiling as he tossed me my compass. I caught it, opening it, and checking to make sure he was correct.

“We’re not going anywhere in this weather,” I said, tucking the compass in my pocket and motioning up to the sails with the rolled map still in my hand. They were still deflated, and the boat was rocking back and forth in the sea instead of pushing forward towards our destination.

“We can turn the engines on-”

“Not for another day, at least. Not until we’ve traveled out of Damian’s range-”

“Sometimes, I wonder who the captain of this ship is.” Keaton gave me a sideways smile, taking his hands from the helm and crossing his arms over his chest.

“I just read the maps, Keat. Nothing more.”

He walked behind me, clapping me on the shoulder as he headed for the stairs. “Best be getting back before Myla wakes up.”

“How did that go?

“Our first night, you mean?” Keaton snorted, shaking his head.

don’t need the gory

the top step, “Put her straight to bed, in a gentlemanly way.

a twinkle in his eye that made my heart squeeze with jealousy. He caught it, leaning his back against

going well

the map and spreading it

I

myself. “She has a temper,

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one will be like when she comes into her powers?” Keaton laughed, shaking his head back and forth. “She’s a formidable creature,

expression was suddenly totally serious, his

you knew about Maeve’s

but wonder

Damian was not a man to be crossed. He had been Romero’s Beta at one point, taking over for the old fool before I was born. Keaton and I had been too young, too far removed from the pack of Poldesse and the rest of the pack lands to understand what happened, but we worked

now we were in the thick of it, at the very center of Damian’s grand plan. What that grand plan was, exactly…well, I didn’t know

eye and shrugged, feeling exposed. “I couldn’t leave her behind,

she’s your mate? Or

in this mess. I was bait, Keaton. Damian used me, used all

now.” Keaton tapped his fingers on the railing, watching

want to say more,”

you plan to

Then somehow get word to

too late for that, Troy,” he said, a dire warning in his tone. “Don’t pretend to be ignorant of

father, Keaton.” I ground my teeth, shaking my head before breaking from his gaze and looking down at the map for no reason other than

Drogomor and the unchallenged ruler of the pack lands, at least by general concession. And then there was her mother, Rosalie. Oh, jeez. Don’t even get

his lips, “We already have Damian on our ass. The last thing we need

undisputed. She was the force that

risking Maeve’s life by turning this ship around and attempting to pass back

that,” Keaton’s voice was harsh, serious, his eyes stone cold.

“Leave her?”

one of the skiffs and take leave through the pass

almost laughed, but Keaton was serious. He was as serious as he could possibly

you’re

know what

powers yet. She can’t feel the mate bond. You

could be pregnant, Keaton. There’s a real chance.” I swallowed hard, looking away from him and gripping the helm for dear

clicked his tongue, shaking his head. “You

“I was doing what-”

to get Romero out of his dungeon, or prison, or wherever the hell

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