Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder

Chapter 292

The moonstone.

Chapter 72: When a White Queen Dies Maeve

I didn’t even fight as Rex dragged me away from the tomb. I was limp in his arms, my strength spent, every cell in my body bursting with pure, unadulterated grief.

I felt empty.

I didn’t notice how the landscape changed as Rex carried me over a rocky hill and down into a small, sheltered cove. I didn’t notice when my hands were tied behind my back around a tree and I was left on the shore, facing the water.

Troy was trapped inside the tomb we had spent months trying to find

And something had happened to my mother.

I could feel it in my bones as I looked out over the water, a great transformation taking place within me minute after minute, the image of the two wolves I had seen in the circle of stones flowing in and out of my mind.

“Not yet. I’m not ready to lose them,” I whispered as I sat on the beach, waiting for whatever came next.

Damian’s cruiser was rocking on the water in the distance. It was a large, modern boat, its white frame glimmering in the sunset as I sat on the beach just outside of a large canvas tent at Damian’s beach camp.

I counted nine people in total, including Damian. I had been watching the cruiser for several hours and hadn’t seen a single person moving across the deck.

Nine people, that was it. That was all that was between me and getting back the Persephone for help freeing Troy from the tomb and doing whatever it took to get back to Winter Forest as quickly as possible. If I could get free….

I wondered how quickly I could get there if I stole Damian’s boat.

A laugh rang out somewhere behind me, and I winced, turning my head only slightly toward the noise. That’s when saw her, and my skin prickled with heat.

“Opaline?” I said, as though to myself.

She was within earshot, however, and looked right at me as she walked along the beach, her icy blonde hair trailing behind her.

She bowed dramatically, then laughed again as she rose, tucking her hair behind her ear. “Princess Maeve, our royal fugitive!”

“What the hell are you doing here?” I hissed, digging into my restraints with my nails.

“I could ask you the same thing, but I already know. On a little treasure hunt with your boyfriend, huh? I see he was a successful breeder.” She walked toward me, stopping short of me by mere feet.

My cheeks flamed with fury as I narrowed my eyes at her. “You didn’t answer my question.”

“I’m here because my soon-to-be husband is here, that’s why.” 

“Who? You’re already,”

“Oh, Julian? He perished in the invasion,” she said, giving me a faux frown before she began to laugh again.

I swallowed against the lump in my throat, sensing there was much more to her story about her brother’s, or husband’s-whatever he was-death. She watched me for a moment, then knelt so we were at eye level. She tilted her head from side to side, her black eyes narrowing.

making

said, the sarcasm in my

it, Princess. Every inch of the

“Okay,” yawned.

lips, unhappy about the lack of reaction she was getting out of me. “Did you

King out of my father’s cold,

voice made the breath

trying to peer behind

not long after the invasion with his

my chest as I leaned forward, frantically picking at my restraints. “Where

A lot has happened since you fled from Valoria, Maeve.

flee. I was being held

the same man who is the father

of my eyes from running down my cheeks. I couldn’ t

firmly, my voice edged with righteous fury. Opaline smiled menacingly, her eyes narrowing

Damian’s voice wafted over to us, and Opaline turned her head, her face falling as her opportunity

eyes lined with dark circles and his hands bandaged, likely from the injuries he had sustained when he tore the tomb to pieces. He reached down and picked me up by my restraints, lifting me to my feet and roughly pushing me forward to keep in step with

she could gain entrance to the tent. I gave her a menacing

that bound my hands behind my back. I looked around, taking in the splendor of the tent. The sand had been covered with large rugs, and several couches had been placed around the table Damian had been using as a desk. This place looked

The question had been at the tip of

side table. It was nearly nightfall, and it had been

friend,” he said casually, cleaning off his glasses

“A friend?”

to Opaline; she is upset you weren’t dealt

turned away from the food and stared at Damian, wondering what exactly he had planned for

father went

looking down at a map on his

Desperation was tying my stomach

your brother. They were headed north, over

one had ever been able to cross those mountains to my

out of range for weeks chasing this damn-” He looked up at me, his face totally

if he knew there was more than

would be in the tomb. That’s why

me. “Don’t play dumb. What

you

has to be more to it than that, Princess. What were you planning

have no idea

happened to you in Dianny. She warned me your powers were unreachable, but I

at the mention of her name. Tasia, who had been so helpful, so

knew where to find the tomb.” His smile was wicked, and I felt bile rising in my throat as I forced myself to look into his eyes, steeling

“Tasia is a good-”

having. She is powerful, that woman.

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