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—”

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

his neck to stop him from drinking it all in one go. She offered

said, laying his head back against the sand and promptly falling

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

my back,” she said, bending down to pet Duck

absolutely sick over the fact that Myla was

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

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

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

with

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

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

quickly. “We need to get at least one of the engines running by sundown,

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

walked away, their heads bent in inaudible

in my throat. I quickened my pace, passing the tent and walking a

the

through 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 dear life, ducking under the vines and branches lest I accidentally clothesline myself

more, but the sun was still high in the sky as we continued deeper into the jungle,

creek. Duck was sniffing frantically, his nose leading

or Pete. They knew to follow Duck, however, and I trusted their judgment in locating Robbie and

the brush, the landscape changing from dense jungle to a wide, open valley

not expecting this. We were past the jungle now. We couldn’t see

Myla and Pete looked at each other, then sniffed the

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

air around me as I sat up, reaching to rub the tender

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

knees, then rose to

my 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,

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

knees until she touched the ground. The group followed

to

murmur passed through

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

she asked,

“Where are they?”

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will take

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

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