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—”

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

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 him some food,

back

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

can ride on my back,” she said, bending down to pet Duck on the head, cooing as she

greenish tint to his skin. He was absolutely sick over the fact that Myla was leaving

ship or his crew when the storm hit.

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the group of men seated around Olly’s cooking

put his plate down, wiping his mouth on his sleeve as he jogged over to us,

wrong with

and Myla into the jungle. Troy and

himself, straightening his

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

at me and Myla before running back over to where the crew was congregating, crouching down as he repeated Keaton’s

Keaton walked away, their

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

pressing my forehead against the

the trees, jumping gracefully over the massive roots that lined the jungle floor as they raced after Duck. I was gripping Myla’s fur for

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

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

couldn’t mind-link with either Myla or Pete. They knew to follow Duck, however, and I trusted their judgment

jungle to a wide, open valley

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

to a stop about an hour later. He looked around nervously, then began to whine. Myla and Pete looked at each other, then sniffed the air, whining to alert

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

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

and long knives. They charged, driving Myla and

I didn’t. I got to my knees, then rose to my full height, squaring my shoulders as the group

surprise, they did. They were all 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

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

bowed low, bending at the knees until she touched

to it as she

murmur passed through

watching the woman as she tilted from side to side as though sizing

she asked, and

“Where are they?”

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I will take

The woman took a step back, reaching up to remove her mask. “I cannot

I saw it, 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 her