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—”

will 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

the scruff of his neck to stop him from drinking it all in one go. She offered him some food, and he ate it,

he said, laying his head back against the sand and

to go as soon as he wakes up.”

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

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

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

down, wiping his mouth on his sleeve

with

and Myla into the jungle. Troy and Robbie

were,” he began, then righted himself, straightening his shoulders as

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

to where the crew was congregating, crouching down as he repeated

away, their heads bent

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 I

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

they raced after Duck. I was gripping Myla’s fur for dear life,

not more, but the sun was still high in the sky as we continued deeper

drink from the creek. Duck was sniffing frantically, his nose leading him

Pete. They knew to follow

the brush, the landscape changing from dense jungle

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

Pete looked at each other, then sniffed the air, whining to

tossing me off her back. I gasped, the wind knocked out of

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

long knives. They charged, driving Myla and Pete back into the brush.

then rose to my full height, squaring my shoulders as

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

fingers to my forehead, then took them away, tightening her hand into

the knees until she touched the ground.

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

passed through

from side to side as though sizing me up. “Are they

she asked, and I

“Where are they?”

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