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—”

be fine. I promise you.” She rose to her feett, stepping forward and kissing him hard enough for a blush to rise to my own cheeks. I looked away, giving them a

wasn’t hurt, but he was desperately 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. She offered

said, laying his head back against

go as soon as he wakes up.” I said to Myla,

back,” she said, bending down to pet Duck

He was absolutely sick over the fact that Myla was leaving on

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

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

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

wrong with

Maeve and Myla into the jungle. Troy and Robbie

began, then righted himself, straightening his shoulders as he

need to get at least one of the engines running by sundown,

Myla before running back over to where

their

in my throat. I quickened my pace, passing the tent and walking a few paces into the jungle, leaning on a tree

I whispered, pressing my forehead against the tree, “Please,

over the massive roots that lined the jungle floor as they raced after Duck. I was gripping Myla’s fur for dear life, ducking under the vines and branches lest I accidentally clothesline myself and

still high in the sky

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

or Pete. They knew to follow Duck, however, and I trusted

landscape changing from dense jungle to a

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

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

I gasped, the wind knocked out

to rub the tender bruise forming on my back when I stopped, fear taking hold

charged, driving Myla and Pete back into the brush. Duck trembled as he reached my side and nudged me

to my full height, squaring my

wore masks that varied in shape and color. A murmur

of her fingers to my forehead, then took them away, tightening

at the knees until she touched the ground.

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

passed

friends-” I said, watching the woman as she tilted from side to side as though sizing me up. “Are they

wolves?” she asked, and

“Where are they?”

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will take

said quickly, forcefully. Myla was growling at my side, drool dripping off her bared teeth. The woman took a step back, reaching up to

The same symbol on the altar in the Temple of the White Queens. It was etched into her mask, right over