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—”

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 moment of privacy as

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 him some food, and he ate it, licking her

head back against the sand and promptly

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

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

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

He hadn’t abandoned his ship or his crew when the

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the group of men seated around Olly’s cooking fire,

mouth on his sleeve

wrong with

Myla into the

then righted himself, straightening his shoulders as he nodded at

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

back over to where the crew was congregating, crouching down as he

Keaton walked away, their heads bent in

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

against the

over the massive roots that lined the jungle floor as they raced after Duck. I was gripping Myla’s fur for dear life, ducking

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

clearing, stopping to allow the wolves and Duck to drink from the creek. Duck was sniffing frantically, his

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

jungle to a wide, open valley of

this. We were past the jungle now. We couldn’t see mountains from our

and Pete looked at each other, then sniffed the

off her back. I gasped, the wind knocked out of my lungs as I hit the ground, hard, handing on a

sat up, reaching to rub the tender bruise forming on my back

standing around us, surrounding us, holding a variety of spears and long knives. They charged, driving Myla and Pete back into the brush. Duck trembled as he

to my full height, squaring 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, a woman, her face hidden behind a mask made entirely of

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

bowed low, bending at the knees until she touched the ground. The group

she said, her voice carrying a strange lilt to it

passed through the

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

she asked, and

“Where are they?”

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take you to

at my side, drool dripping off her bared teeth. The woman took a step back, reaching up to remove her mask. “I cannot trust your word,

that had been painted all over the map. The same symbol on the altar in the Temple