Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder

Chapter 43: Captain vs Captain 

Keaton

Robbie hoisted me up onto the Persephone, and my eyes immediately scanned the damage on the deck.

“Pick,” I said shortly, looking at the masts that had been snapped, the shredded sails, and the piles of debris covered in seaweed.

I looked back over the railing at the sandbar where the Persephone had run aground, and then to the beach where two of the four skiffs had made it to shore.

“We didn’t take on much water, only in the engine room,” Robbie said, shaking his head, “Her hull is intact. We’re not sinking.”

“Good. That’s good,” I said through gritted teeth, “Drop the anchor. We’ll see how she floats at high tide.”

Robbie nodded and called out the command to the few crewmen who had followed us to the ship along the sandbar. They were all busy cleaning up the mess the storm had made.

We should be dead. All of us. The Persephone should have been laying on her side beneath several fathoms of water. We had gotten the younger crewmen and the women off the boat just in time. But not Maeve.

I saw Troy standing near the railing, looking out over the water. What could I possibly say to him right now?

“You should go back to shore,” I said as I stepped towards him, “She might have made it to the island. We were in the shallows when—”:

He looked over his shoulder at me, his eyes telling me everything I needed to know. Absolute heartbreak, utter dread. He was covered in bruises and scratches. Deep cuts ran along his chest. He had a black eye and a deep purple bruise along his jaw. A bloodied nose.

He looked as though he had been through a meat grinder. Even his arm, the break in it which had only just begun to heal, was hanging limp at his side, bruises covering it from shoulder to wrist.

“Troy, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” he breathed, looking back over the water, “This is what you wanted, wasn’t it?”

“Don’t you dare blame this on me. I lost three crewmen,”

“I lost Maeve.”

The words were biting, meant to be harsh. I swallowed, shaking my head as I turned away from him and walked along the deck, kicking at long pieces of rubbery seaweed as I went along.

Troy stood in the same spot for an hour before turning around and walking to the other side of the ship, disappearing over the railing and down a rope ladder we had unfurled.

“The boys are draining the water from the engine room and gathering whatever can be salvaged of the masts. The extra sails are water logged but are in perfect shape. She’s going to be seaworthy soon. Very soon.” Robbie came up beside me, pointing to the various men as they went about their tasks.

“You got this?” I asked, tilting my head towards Troy, who was walking along the sandbar towards the camp.

Aye, I do,” Robbie assured me regarding the ship.

“I need to make sure he doesn’t go into the jungle and kill himself,” I said shortly, snorting with mirth.

I climbed down the rope ladder, jumping down the last few feet and landing in the wet sand. At high tide, this whole area would be under water, but right now you could see the expansive reef and colorful fish that swam about, their scales reflecting off the sun.

However long we’d be here, we’d be able to eat at least, I thought, watching a very large crab scurry across the sand and disappear back into the water.

Troy quickened his pace, turning sharply away from camp as he continued along the sandbar. “I command you to stop!” I

him, he turned around, his

knees as I

but–”

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sense of how I’m feeling,” he spat, fury flaming behind his eyes, “Go back to Myla. Go back to

Hmm? Drown

to my lower jaw, the impact knocking me backward into the sand. I spit blood from my mouth, squinting up at Troy as he towered over me, his

spitting more blood into

have anything else you want to

you’re a stupid

the sand. I took a second to

the living hell out of each other for no reason other than we were alive and that we could. I had egged him on for a reason, knowing he

as he wrapped his arm around my neck, pulling me

her hands, wielding it like a sword. Troy loosened his grip as her voice

of—* He let me go, bringing his hands to his nose. I stood and began

on, Troy, shift.

you dare shift!” Myla screeched, her voice harsh with a motherly edge to it. I looked at her hoping, like

done,” she exclaimed, sticking her stick in

sat up, a glimmer of hope in

she wouldn’t go down without a fight, so yes, I really believe she’s alive. And she’s gotta be around here, somewhere. Do either of

but Troy nodded, rising to his

where we need to be. This is the coast of the southern

Jungle?” Myla said, looking

over at Troy. “Which means, if we need

the three of us turned toward it, watching

in rapid succession. The

“Was that,”

the beach, his eyes narrowed as he

sand, gripping

his brow knitted as he concentrated on the sound, “It sounds

a dog?”

quieted, her face flashing with confusion. “A dog? From where?

across the

pinkish blonde hair shining in

It’s Maeve. MAEVE!” Myla cried, tossing her stick to the side as she ran after Troy. I looked over

Maeve

his neck. He sank to his knees, his face buried against my neck as he held me to him. I kissed his forehead, then

moment, a choked laugh escaping his mouth.

I exclaimed, squeezing him. “Did you just – lick

“What?”

the stand and stood, his teeth pulled back in grimace as he looked down at

the hell is that thing?” Keaton said with a laugh, holding a bloody rag to his lip as he approached. Myla squealed with delight, falling to her knees in front of the dog and scratching him behind