Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder

Chapter 65: This Is It

Troy

The landscape was totally changed from the lush greenery and long beaches we had been following for roughly a month. The shallows of the pass gave way to deeper water, allowing us to travel at a quicker speed, the engines working double-time as we sped forward into the unknown with the compass pointing straight ahead

It was a week before Maeve’s birthday She had been moodier than usual as we neared it, knowing what it meant.

She would finally come into her powers She would feel that I was her mate

Or she wouldn’t do either.

And as I watched her pacing across the deck of Persephone, her hair pulled up in a heavy. tangled heap of a bun on top of her head, and I wondered if she even wanted to come into her powers. Not knowing whether or not she was cursed had kept her stable distracted Now there was no way to ignore the truth, whatever that may be

“This is it,” Keaton said, holding the compass out at arm’s length “It’s wanting us to go straight into that cove, to the west.”

“I see it.” I watched the horizon as the strange, sand covered plateau grew larger as we neared We hadn’t seen land in a week. Keaton tossed me the compass and left the upper deck, moving swiftly as he walked towards the doors leading to the lower levels of the boat. He would be telling Pete to continue west, no doubt. I felt my chest tighten as adrenaline prickled my fingertips

This was it. We’d have at least one moonstone. And that would be one less stone Damian would have at his disposal.

“I feel strange.” Maeve said as she appeared at my side, her face drawn with anxiety.

“It’s going to be okay. We don’t know what we’re going to find, but we’re the only ship out here. Maybe you should lie down for a while. Usually, she would fight me on this, but to my surprise she nodded, walking gingerly down the stairs with one arm cradling her swelling belly. I was shocked at how quickly her pregnancy was progressing. Her usually graceful movements had become strained and uneven. She was uncomfortable.

“We’re going to make this quick,” I said to myself under my breath, wanting nothing more than to turn this ship around to get her back to her parents. We only had a few months to make the journey to Winter Forest by ship before the ice began to form on the northern seas. We couldn’t miss that window.

A few days later, we made camp on the beach, the Persephone bobbing just off the shore. The water was deep here, the beach giving way to a steep drop-off instead of reefs.

There was nothing green as far as we could see. Everything was covered in coarse golden sand

a desert, we realized, as a group of us men shifted and spent an hour running a wide berth around the camp, climbing to the top of the plateau to gaze out over the ocean behind us, and the rolling sand dunes on the other side of the plateau. No buildings. No trees. None of us picked up the scent of other people or wolves. We were alone.

as possible, but Keaton dismissed the notion. We had been aboard the Persephone for a

scope out the area before we attempted entry

finally decided to follow the compass once more. I turned it over and over in my hands while Maeve slept next to me under our tent, debating my next move. I worried, constantly, about

Maeve

Pete as Troy beat through the thick, tangled brush ahead of us along what was once a pathway lined with what looked like cement pavers of some sort but were so old they crumbled into dust

gnarled bushes that took us down into a deep, ashen valley. We saw stone buildings in the distance where the valley began to green, the rough sand

trail, and a road, an ancient one, a road that eventually led the three of us into

I wheezed, my hands on my knees as I bent over to catch my

pregnant now and feeling it. I was out of breath all the time as the little pups

me to stay behind when he decided to leave our beach camp and follow the compass west on foot. I refused, knowing that he would need me if he came upon the temple. The crew of the Persephone

Troy replied, stooping down to run his

Troy stood, brushing

around. See those tools? And there– Pete pointed in the distance where the little

off into a deep, darkened

at Troy, the downy hair rising on my arms

already found the stone-‘I began, but Troy turned away from me, stalking down the pathway until he reached

said, his voice

shock as we tried to make sense of what

of the hole that we gazed into. The ground sloped down at an easy decline and was littered with various excavation equipment. The site itself

compass out of his pocket and stretched out his arm, holding it over the site and flipping it open with

softly, closing the

emotions as I began to follow Troy down into the

entered the square, looking

dug between the columns with rafters holding sections from caving in. Most of the + tunnels were caved in, however, and

the dig site.

peering into

think it goes that far. It’s damp, I think there must be water on the other side. Do either of you have a light?” Pete glanced at us over his shoulder, his face etched

pocket of his jacket and tossed it to Pete. It was starting to rain now, the sky a deep gray over the top of our heads as Troy glanced at me, reaching out to take my hand. “We can go

What if we came to the end of the tunnel and there was nothing? What if the entrance to Lycan’s tomb was buried under several feet of dirt and rocks