Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder

Chapter 70: Is She Dead? 

Gemma

I walked through the house, my breath caught in my lungs. I felt out of body as I followed the warrior up the stairs, my eyes focused on the open door to Rosalie’s and Ethan’s bedroom as we climbed toward the top of the staircase.

It couldn’t be true. I couldn’t make sense of it.

“Send word to Mirage, immediately. I don’t care if you have to send runners over the Eastern Mountains. You must get word to Ethan, now!” I said harshly, my voice steady despite the storm of vicious emotions rippling through my body. I knew it was a fruitless effort on the warrior’s end. Ethan would have been able to feel Rosalie depart. He would know. He would,

Oh, Goddess, no. This can’t be real.

Rosalie was laid out in her bed, her eyes closed, and hands folded neatly over her chest. I fought against the sob that was tightening my throat and nodded, accepted the harsh, unfair reality, then turned away from her to wipe the tears from my eyes. I wouldn’t let them see me cry. Not Georgia, or Kacidra. No one.

Georgia and Shelly were downstairs tending to Hanna, who was breathing but hadn’t woken up. I hadn’t known about the plan Rosalie and Hanna had concocted. If I had, I would have stopped them. It was a stupid, useless endeavor, dark magic with now fatal ends.

The warrior had closed the door behind me when I entered the room.

I was alone with Rosalie’s body.

I forced myself to look at her again, letting my eyes linger on her face. Goddess, she looked so young. Too young to be dead. I felt a rush of fury and I screwed up my face into a scowl to stop myself from crying.

“What the hell were you thinking?”] hissed at her, hot tears welling in the corners of my eyes. “How-how could you leave us? How could you? Maeve-what about Maeve? She’s not ready-”

I balled my fist and punched the wall hard enough to put a hole in the drywall. I yelped, then fell to my knees, cradling my broken fingers with my other hand as I let the tears fall freely.

Oh, Maeve. Oh, Goddess, what were we going to do?

I heard the doorknob click and turn, and I rose, lunging forward to prevent it from opening but was too late. Kacidra walked into

the room, her eyes red and puffy from crying. She was a mess, her clothes tattered, and skin scratched from the glass that had covered what remained of the temple. She had a bandage wrapped around her head, and I could see the pools of blood soaking through the white fabric near the base of her skull. She had blood in her hair and on her face. She looked like death itself.

“What the f*ck are you doing in here? How dare you-“I began, my voice biting and edged with insatiable fury.

“Don’t speak to me that way,” she snapped, her eyes blazing. “You’re not a Luna yet, Gemma.”

“Get out!” I screeched, taking a step toward her.

But Kacidra was motionless, a challenging look etched into the fine details of her face. “Hanna didn’t do this,” she said sternly, assertively.

| almost laughed. “Oh, she didn’t? Then who,” *

“You won’t understand. I know you won’t even try to understand.”

“I’m not going to stand here and allow you to spout that nonsense about magic dreams and powers, Kacidra. Not at the foot of her bed. Have some fucking respect-”

“You’re not supposed to be alive, Gemma. You know it as much as I know it. Ernest knew you were dead when he carried you into the woods. You weren’t supposed to be standing here, right now. Why do you think you came back? Who do you think was responsible for that?”

happened to us after Poldesse invaded the castle. I was aware that she knew. But I hadn’t had a single conversation with Kacidra since

sister murdered the White

Hanna!” she

laughed for real this time, looking at her, watching her face twist and then fall. I took a step forward, pointing at her with my

you. She gave my

“Your sister killed”

was there, Gemma! For f*ck’s sake, will you listen to me!” Kacidra stopped short of grabbing me by the shoulders, her

nostrils flaring as I took a step away from her and gave

tried to convince me was the truth, it didn’t matter. The White Queen was dead and

“Did you hear me?”

to Kacidra, seeing for the first time the exhaustion and utter despair lingering behind her green eyes. “No-l… I’m sorry. I’m

myself resting my chin on her shoulder, sniffling as tears continued to roll hot and angry down my cheeks. She was trembling,

do we do

I don’t know what

will kill Hanna,” she said with

I doubt… I

back?” Her question

slowly untangled myself

I still felt from the night at the castle that plagued my dreams, turning them to

in a clearing… 1–” | turned from her,

have been thinking seeing me sprawled out in a similar fashion, lifeless. I reached up and ran my fingers over the necklace I was wearing, the circular moonstone set in white gold. I had a small burn mark on my chest,

She said

the castle wasn’t the cloudless, morning sky above my head.

so incredibly hot to the touch that I couldn’t help but let it go. And then I sat up

dreamt it.

it was so

Hanna and her dreams? Something about a

up to pull

try to grab my arm as I moved hastily toward

over the bed, essentially straddling Rosalie’s body. I pressed the necklace to her chest where the skin was exposed above her shirt, praying to the Moon Goddess to help me, to show me what I

where glass as sliced through her skin. “Blood… her blood, oh! Of course!” | was delirious. I had officially lost my mind as I ripped open her shirt to expose more of her chest and pulled a tiny piece of glass from the skin that

I lifted the piece of glass over the necklace and held my breath as a single drop of blood rolled down its edge and

moonstone.

Nothing happened.

her, Gemma! What if someone sees

said

Rosalie and I sunk to my knees next to the bed, staring up at

“She’s gone, Gemma.”

just thought-how could

her head to the side, eyeing the necklace. “Is it… supposed to

“Like what?”

I looked down at the necklaee laying limp over Rosalie’s chest. It was glowing so faintly it was almost impossible to