Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder

Chapter 48: The Daughters of Artemis

Maeve

I followed the group of women down into a steep, rocky valley. Myla and Pete flanked me on either side, still in their wolf forms. They were beginning to tire, their breathing heavy as we made it to the base of the valley, the sun beginning to set over the mountains to the west.

We approached a wall of vines growing up the side of a rock wall. The trail we had been walking on ended abruptly at the wall, and I looked around, confused.

But then the women walked into the vines, one by one. I followed them, holding back the vines and entering a long, lightless tunnel.

“What?” I murmured, apprehension tingling across my skin. Light began to trickle in, the tunnel opening up to a valley of green, rolling hills and towering cliff faces. I gasped as I stepped out into the light, seeing the buildings carved into the rocky mountain behind me and the waterfall flowing into a wide creek in which several bridges weaved over the water.

“Welcome to the city of Dianny,” the woman said, her dark eyes creasing into a smile. She hadn’t yet told me her name, but based on the fact that her pack mates were coming up to her, bowing their heads in greeting, I assumed she was their leader, or at least their Luna.

The city was ancient, the buildings built into the mountains were totally carved out of stone and towered high above our heads. All of the facades had carvings on them, symbols etched into red stone. The lower levels were painted in colorful, sweeping murals, telling some story I didn’t understand.

I heard a yelp behind me and turned, watching as Myla and Pete were surrounded and led away.

“Hey!” I called after them, but I lost them in the crowd.

“Don’t worry,” the woman said kindly, “They’re not in danger. We will give them clothes and food, and reunite you when they’re rested.”

“Who are you?” | asked, my tone brass and slightly bitter. I was nervous.

“My name is Una. I’m the Alpha of the Daughters of Artemis.”

“The Alpha?” I looked around at the crowd of people that had begun to gather, ripples of hushed conversation surrounding us.

“Yes,” she laughed, waving her hand in dismissal, “Much like the White Queens, we are led by a female line. Come, I will take you to your mate.”

“He’s not,” I shut my mouth, biting my lip to stop myself from saying anything further.

The crowd parted for us as we walked across the soft grass of what looked to be a market square, and soon we passed under the entrance of one of the tall buildings built into the side of the mountain.

It was cool inside the building. It was lined with archways leading back outside, a cool breeze wafting through the open space and as we turned down a hallway, several children ran past us, squealing in delight as they tossed a ball back and forth.

So many people, I thought, how did I not know about this place?

Una motioned me to follow her as she turned a corner. I walked beneath a large, ornately decorated archway into a courtyard bursting with fruit trees and tropical flowers.

“Troy?”

He looked up from the book on his lap, his eyes blinking as he straightened up, looking at me as though he’d seen a ghost.

but stopping short of Una, his eyes narrowing suspiciously on her for a moment before stepping forward and pulling

in saying she would come,” Una smiled sincerely, no hint

nodded once, then bent his mouth to

at

looking

you mean?”

myths,” Una said, her voice lifted as she began

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myths?” I asked, and Troy opened his mouth to reply but Una

promise. But first, I must say that you are not prisoners here, any of you. You are able

to speak, to say we would be taking our leave now, “It would be wise for you to stay, at

my hand and took a step forward, standing protectively in front of me

the archway and back into the corridor. We followed, glancing

she led

will be your home during your stay, and whenever

open to reveal the most beautiful room I

walls were vibrant against the polished, pale wood furniture. Troy’s mouth dropped open as he looked up at the half-dome ceiling, a mural painted

doorknob. “Dinner is in a few hours. Please join us in the courtyard

door, leaving Troy and I alone

hills and

bathroom, running his hands over the giant bathtub that

vivid white and soft to the touch. I pulled off my clothes

your nipples,” Troy snorted, coming out of the bathroom to inspect the wardrobe

long, simple white shirt off of a hanger and held it up to him, noticing the strange clothes

last night,” he said, taking off the itchy outfit he was wearing and stepping into a pair of soft blue pants, pulling the shirt over his head. It fit him in a strange way, so different compared to the usual garb he wore on a daily basis, but the people I had seen in the square had been wearing similar fashions of loose, flowing fabrics that were lightly

happened to

they had met a group of men when they awoke, the leader of the group turning out to be a

my arm,”

of jealousy rippling over my skin. “I thought White Queens were the only

edge of the

heard of the fable of

“Of course, everyone has.”

a fable. These

sat next to him, laying down and propping myself up on my elbow to

what I’ve gathered in the short time

“How is that possible?”

you all supposedly descended from the

“Yes…”