Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder

Chapter 270

Chapter 50: In the Center of the Stones

Maeve

The next day passed in a blur of activity. The city was buzzing, practically electric as Myla and I moved through the market square, the note from Una inviting us to a private, women only ceremony to invoke the full moon was scrunched in my fist as we pushed through the crowd.

“Did you feel, I don’t know, strange? Last night?” I asked Myla as we walked towards the river.

“Um, no. I guess not. I was missing Keaton, though. Why?”

*-It’s nothing,” i murmured, biting the inside of my lip.

“Well, do you feel strange, Maeve?” Myla asked.

“Yeah, actually. There’s something about this place that feels off to me. It doesn’t feel real? If that makes sense.”

Myla nodded soberly, lowering her gaze as we crossed over the narrow bridge, “I do understand that feeling. This place is too good to be true, I think. I don’t want to leave.”

“Neither do 1,” I breathed, admitting the fact lifting some tension from my shoulders.

Troy and I had left the lake before the rest of the group, barely making it back to the apartment without tearing off each other’s clothes. Once inside, he had pushed me up against the door, pulling the dress over my head and holding me there at arm’s length, looking at me as though for the first time.

The sex had been desperate, passionate, so unlike the awkward fumbling lesson in the art of passion like it had been on the ship. He had pushed me to the edge several times, leaving me begging, practically pleading with him as he covered my body with his lips.

I would have done anything he asked. I would have said anything he wanted. I had surrendered to him wholly for the first time, and I knew nothing would be the same after that.

And as I laid back on the bed, listening to his rhythmic breathing as he slept, I counted the dancing white wolves on the ceiling. Nineteen. Twenty. Twenty-one…

“What do you think this ceremony is going to be like?” Myla asked, bringing me back down to reality.

“Troy said they’re probably going to sacrifice one of us.” *

Myla sputtered with laughter shaking her head, “Goddess, Maeve. I hope it’s you. My hair hasn’t looked this good in years! What a waste that would be.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. Myla’s teasing, somewhat abrasive, sense of humor was a compliment to my own. She was not a serious person. I wondered how she got on with Keaton, who seemed to be fixed, and dependent, on his serious, dry nature.

We walked along the lake in the opposite direction of where we had dined the night before. The sun was close to setting, the sky a soft, navy blue as we continued along a well-beaten trail.

in elevation, the trail becoming uneven

I replied, looking up at the mountain that seemed close

doing this, I

* You still can,”

wearing.

over a field of large, uneven

You’ve got to be kidding me!” Myla exclaimed, looking over at me

the rocks, creating a course of

was fun, a physical challenge, especially in the ankle length dress I was wearing. Myla followed, a few boulders behind

sun setting behind us. We crested another hill and finally looked down at the small congregation of women, arranged in small groups near the center of a

hell – Myla said, pausing at the

I

is creepy. One of

and laughed, wiping tears of mirth from our eyes as we

the women who were chatting amiably as though the eeriness of the place had no effect on them

it!” Tasia said excitedly, hugging us both in greeting, “I was worried Mom was

uh, definitely left a few things out,”

and I pulled them away, clenching my hand into a

of the circle, her eyes fixating on my own as

leaned in to speak to the other women. Everyone started to move around, forming a

fell in line, shuffling our feet in the soft

touched the stone?” she whispered, but I shook my head, watching as Una walked into the circle and turned around to face the group, her body at the center

same as us,” she began, her voice cutting through the stillness, “but only isn’t a good word for

spread through the group,

life into the world. And so, she was blessed, given special powers by the

The group said in unison. Myla

she

“Probably both of us,”

was cut off by a sudden movement within the group, several women stepping forward, their bodies twirling in a practiced dance. The sun was nearly set, the sky beginning to glisten with stars as the first sign of the moon crested over the peak of the

silence, weaving in and out of the spaces

a selfless gift. Eternal mates. Fated

like this, Maeve,”

dancers. My heart seemed to beat in rhythm with their steps as

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