Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder

Chapter 52: The Rules of Magic  

Maeve 

Una waved the young girl who had set the tray on the end of my bed away with a smile and followed her to the door. Una closed it, turning the lock. I felt a wave of adrenaline prickle across my skin at the sight, fight or flight awakening as the lock clicked into place. 

I felt as though I had been ripped apart. My skin ached, if that was even possible. Whatever had happened in the circle, whatever I had seen, it had disappeared in an instant, and I had woken up in one of the towers, surrounded by strangers. 

The explanation sounded simple. I had invoked the power of the Moon Goddess, something only White Queens were supposed to be able to do. It had almost killed me. And the ring sitting on my bedside table was, at least according to Una and Tasia, the only reason I was still alive 

“Why?” I whispered, reaching for the ring and turning it over in my hand as I sat back against the white pillows. Una sighed as she walked to the edge of the bed and began pouring tea into two cups, her eyes downcast on the task. 

*These rocks, all around us. The color of them is significant to our religion. Red, like blood. Like the blood moon that visits us every hundred years or so. But it’s more than that. It’s scientific. It’s called Eudialyte. It’s radioactive. It’s messing with whatever…whatever makes us what we are. It makes it impossible to be wolves inside the valley of Dianny. The eudialyte in the ring protected you somehow.” 

“You’re saying this is 

biological?” 

Una shook her head, not disagreeing, but not agreeing with me either. “I used to think that, before I became Alpha after my mother. I was always looking for the reasoning for… all of this.” She waved her hand in a tight circle towards the ceiling. “But I wasn’t gifted with the curses of Lycaon. I couldn’t move the earth or water in my dreams. I didn’t have the sight, or ability to speak to creatures—” She glanced down at Duck, who was curled in a ball on a large pillow underneath the window. “But then I became a mother, and I had Tasia. Suddenly, I had to believe the lore that seemed nothing more than fiction, passed down and manipulated generation after generation.” 

“Tasia went somewhere when she closed her eyes—” .. 

“Tasia was able to move the air, so to speak, when she was only a child. It had been generations since a Dream Dancer had been born into this pack. We didn’t know what to do with her at first. The texts written from the times when Dream Dancers were aplenty, well, the pages crumble in your hands when you touch them. She had visions; she could see things no one else could even imagine. But it wasn’t until she turned twenty-one and came into her powers as a wolf that she was able to hone her powers and start to use them with intent.” 

“I just don’t understand what this has to do with me—” “What we saw in the circle when you…” She paused, handing me a cup of tea before sitting on the edge of the bed, “You asked something of the Moon Goddess. I don’t know how. And I know you don’t know why but she answered. She showed you,” 

“Myla wanted to go back. I was thinking of… I was thinking of home. I wanted to go home. I wondered if I would ever go back after everything that happened.” 

“And she showed you,” 

“She showed me what would happen if I went back.” My throat tightened around a sob as I spoke, the image I had suppressed creeping back into my memory, A flash of light. My mother’s body on the ground while I knelt by her side, my hand clutching hers as she gasped and took one last breath. Then I was in my wolf form, white fur gleaming in the light of the moon, And I was alone. But chaos was everywhere; fire, destruction. Another war. 

I saw it as a warning.” Una set her teacup down, her eyes meeting

you

motherly fashion, tucking it around my ankles. “You weren’t supposed to be able to do that, you know. To call on her. Only White Queens have that power, those who have already ascended to the throne. You used that power to show you your own path. To see into a probable future. But

fatigued. I took a sip of the tea, watching as a variety of mixed emotions danced across

all out in a rational way, Maeve. It’s not

My voice was almost childlike as I spoke. Looking back on the last few weeks, falling for Troy while he was pretending to be Aaron had seemed like the end of the world. Now,

lawless time, when our world and the spirit world operated on the same plane. Whoever has even one of the stones would be able to harness unimaginable power if they knew how to use it.” She swallowed, looking up at me through

man

the

you know all of this when

came to us as a girl. She was on the run, but from what, she never said. She was roughly twenty years old when she landed on our shores.”

voice trembling. Seraphine was Gemma’s mother who had disappeared over roughly fifteen years ago and was presumed dead. She had been a close friend of my mother and had lived

I knew her, didn’t I?” Una smiled, setting her empty cup back on the tray. “Seraphine lived among my people for many years. I was just a child when she came, you see. She was close with my mother, very close. A friend, in fact, in which my mother had very little. Seraphine became the keeper of

saying one of the

was an opportunity to have it safely

“What is Lycenna?” 

like our own. Descendants of the people Lycaon left behind.” :

said Morrighan used her, what do you even call it? Her Moon Goddess token to try

like moles. They still live there, and they’ve been after the stones for millennia. They believe Lycaon’s stone belongs to them. Especially Julien, their current Alpha. He’s close to eighty now, by my estimation. He’s been searching for our stone, and the map, for decades. Seraphine was the only way to get it away from here and keep our people

Seraphine go when

“We don’t know. She never returned.

that he had been from the Isles. He had died before she was born, from what Seraphine had told her. Oh, Gemma, I thought, my stomach knotting with grief. I missed her. I even missed

named William. He shipwrecked on the coast and joined our pack for a few years, until we sent Seraphine away to

down at my lap, unsure of what to say or even

you know,” Una said softly, gently patting my ankle. “But, what you saw in the circle is only a glimpse of what could happen, not what

felt ill, my stomach turning, and the tea suddenly too sweet and much

Troy to find the stones,” she said simply,

cracking with emotion, “What if