Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder

Chapter 46: Granddaughter of Willa

Chapter 46: Granddaughter of Willa

Maeve

“They should’ve been back hours ago.” i exclaimed, turning towards Myla, who was equally as concerned.

“They’re probably fine, Maeve,” Keaton said, but his eyes and posture betrayed him. He was getting nervous too, especially now that the sun was beginning to rise over the water.

“I’m going to go find them. They can’t have gone far,” I said with conviction, raising my hand to cut him off as he opened his mouth to argue.

“I’m going to-“Myla began, but Keaton rounded on her.

“No, neither of you are going anywhere,” he said firmly.

Cleo was watching the exchange nervously, wringing her hands.

“I’m going!” I said again, just as barking sounded from the jungle behind us.

I spun around as the dog, otherwise known as Duck, came sprinting onto the beach, his ears flat against his head and his body trembling with fatigue.

“Goddess!” Myla cried as Duck nearly slammed into us, laying down on his side.

“I’ll go get him some water,” Cleo said hurriedly as she turned and quickly walked away.

I knelt beside Duck, stroking his back.

“What’s wrong?’

“Danger,’ he said, closing his eyes as he panted, his tongue lolling in the sand.

“Where?

*Follow,

“Rest now,’ I said to him, continuing to stroke his fur. I looked over my shoulder in the direction he had come, a chill running up my spine as the jungle seemed to whisper menacingly in the breeze.

“Did he talk to you?” Myla asked, her eyes full of worry.

I nodded, looking up at Keaton. “He said ‘danger.’ He’s exhausted. Something happened out there.”

* Aye, I can see that.” Keaton crossed his arms over his chest, looking from Duck to the Persephone. And then, he looked at Myla.

“I can’t leave the ship with Robbie and Troy gone. I just can’t-”

“I know, I understand why.” Myla said softly, a knowing smile touching her lips.

“The crew, Myla—”

feett, stepping forward and kissing him hard enough for a blush to rise to my own cheeks. I looked

thirsty. Cleo returned with the water and had to hold him back by the scruff of his neck to stop him from drinking it all in one go.

laying his head back against

need to be prepared to go as soon as he wakes

my back,” she said, bending down to pet Duck on

tight nod, noticing the greenish tint to his skin. He was absolutely sick over the fact that Myla was leaving on a quest to find Troy and Robbie, knowing full well something had

captain of the Persephone. He hadn’t abandoned his ship or

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beach towards the group of men seated around Olly’s cooking fire, plates of fish

his plate down, wiping his mouth on his sleeve as he

with

Myla into the jungle. Troy

himself, straightening his shoulders as he nodded

here,” Keaton said quickly. “We need to get at least one of the engines running

at me and Myla before running back over to where

and Keaton walked away, their heads

next to Duck, stroking him gently as he slept. I walked up the beach towards my tent, my stomach turning over and bile rising in my throat. I quickened my pace, passing the tent and walking a few paces into the jungle, leaning on a tree for support as

my forehead against the

roots that lined the jungle floor as they raced after Duck. I was gripping Myla’s

high in the sky as we continued deeper into the jungle, my

creek. Duck was sniffing frantically, his nose leading him around a large rock face and into the dense

knew to follow Duck, however, and I trusted

the brush, the landscape changing from dense jungle to a wide, open valley of

we continued on. I was not expecting this. We were past the jungle now. We couldn’t see mountains

began to whine. Myla and Pete looked at each other, then sniffed the air,

I gasped, the wind knocked out of my lungs as I hit the

rub the tender bruise forming on my back when I

people were standing around us, surrounding us, holding a variety of spears and long knives. They charged, driving Myla and Pete back into the brush. Duck trembled as he reached my side and nudged me to get me

rose to my full height,

wore masks that varied in shape and color. A murmur passed around the group, and then someone pushed through,

walked straight up to me, reaching out and touching three of her fingers to my forehead, then took them

low, bending at the knees until she touched the ground. The group

lilt to it as she spoke, “A youth, not yet in her

murmur passed

watching the woman as she tilted from side to

wolves?” she asked,

“Where are they?”

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I will take

drool dripping off her bared teeth. The woman

map. The same symbol on the altar in the Temple of the White Queens.