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—”

to her feett, stepping forward and kissing him hard enough for a

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

back against the

prepared to go as soon as he wakes up.” I said to

she said, bending down to pet Duck on the

skin. He was absolutely sick over the fact that Myla was leaving on a quest to find

He hadn’t abandoned his ship or his

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towards the group of men seated around Olly’s cooking

mouth on his sleeve as he jogged over to

with him?” he

going with Maeve and Myla into the jungle. Troy and Robbie

he began, then righted himself, straightening his shoulders as

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

Myla before running back over to where the

their heads bent in

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

against the tree, “Please,

trees, jumping gracefully 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 get thrown from her

sun was still high in the sky as we continued deeper into the jungle, my ears

allow the wolves and Duck to drink from the creek. Duck was sniffing frantically, his nose leading

follow Duck, however, and I trusted their judgment in

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

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

Myla and Pete looked at each other, then sniffed the air, whining to alert me to some smell they were picking up

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

sat up, reaching to rub the tender bruise

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

didn’t. I got to my knees, then rose to my full

oddly dressed and wore masks that varied in shape and color. A murmur passed around the group, and then someone pushed through, a woman, her face hidden behind a mask made entirely of what looked like

me, reaching out and touching three of her fingers to my forehead, then took

bending at the knees until she touched

lilt to it as she spoke, “A youth, not

murmur passed

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

asked,

“Where are they?”

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I will take you

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

the map. The same symbol on the altar