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—”

stepping forward and kissing him hard enough for a blush to rise to my own

the water and had to hold him back by the scruff of his neck to stop him from drinking it all in one go. She offered him some food, and

said, laying his head back against the sand and promptly

need to be prepared to go as soon as he

said, bending down to pet Duck on the head, cooing as

fact that Myla was leaving on a quest to find Troy and Robbie, knowing full well something

or his crew when the storm hit. He wasn’t about

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called out, turning and looking down the beach towards the group of men seated around Olly’s cooking fire, plates of fish in

on his sleeve as he jogged over to us, looking down

wrong with him?” he

and Myla into the jungle.

he began, then righted himself, straightening his shoulders

the men stay here,” Keaton said quickly. “We need to get

looking at me and Myla before running back over to where the crew was congregating, crouching down as he

their heads bent in inaudible

rising in my throat. I quickened my pace, passing the tent and walking a few paces into

pressing my forehead against the tree, “Please, I can’t lose

gracefully over the massive roots that lined the jungle floor as they raced after Duck. I was gripping

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

Duck was sniffing frantically, his nose leading him around a

either Myla or Pete. They knew to follow Duck,

from dense jungle to a wide, open valley

as we continued on. I was not expecting this. We were past the

nervously, then began to whine. Myla and Pete looked at each other, then sniffed the air, whining to alert me to some smell they were picking up on that was new, and possibly shouldn’t

me off her back. I gasped, the wind knocked out of my lungs as

snarling filled the air around me as I sat up, reaching to rub the tender bruise forming on my back when I stopped,

group of 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

I got to my knees, then rose to my full height, squaring my shoulders as the

color. A murmur passed around the group, and then someone pushed through, a woman, her face hidden behind

walked straight up to me, reaching out and touching three of her fingers to my

low, bending at the knees until she

to

passed through the

side to

asked, and

“Where are they?”

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will take you

Myla was growling at my side, drool dripping off her bared teeth. The woman took

the same symbol that had been painted all over the map. The same symbol on the altar in the Temple of the White Queens. It was etched into