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 me his
said, the sarcasm in my
of it, Princess. Every inch of the
“Okay,” yawned.
her lips, unhappy about the lack of reaction she was getting out of me. “Did you not hear
the title of Alpha King out of my father’s cold, dead
says I haven’t?” Something in her voice made the
looked at her, trying to peer behind
to Mirage not long after the invasion with his son,
leaned forward, frantically picking at my restraints.
does it? A lot has happened since you fled from
flee. I was being held against my will
same man who is the father
closing my eyes to stop the tears welling in the corners of my eyes from running down my cheeks. I couldn’ t possibly be this
what happened,” I said firmly, my voice edged with righteous fury. Opaline smiled menacingly, her eyes narrowing
to us, and Opaline turned her head, her face falling
and his hands bandaged, likely from the injuries he had sustained when he tore the tomb to pieces. He reached down and picked
quickly dismissed before she could gain entrance to the tent. I gave her a menacing smile of my own as the tent flap
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
find the tomb?” | asked without even thinking. The question had been at the tip of my tongue since my arrival
me to sit as he took a seat behind the desk. A large tray of food was sitting on a side table. It was nearly nightfall, and it had been almost ten hours since Damian had taken
friend,” he said casually, cleaning off his
“A friend?”
she is upset you weren’t dealt with right
turned away from the food and stared at Damian, wondering what exactly he
my father went to
yes,” Damian breathed, looking down at a
and? What happened to him?” Desperation was tying
with your brother. They were
Mountains? Why?” No one had ever been able to
And don’t ask me if they were successful. I’ve been out of range for weeks chasing this damn-” He looked up at me, his face totally serious and tone stone cold as he continued. “Where
there was more than one, but decided
assumed it would be in the tomb. That’s why we came… but you obviously didn’t find
at me. “Don’t play dumb. What did you want
stop you from taking
has to be more to it than that, Princess. What were you planning to do with it? What powers were
idea what
She warned me your powers were unreachable, but I wonder if that’s the
Tasia, who had been so
tomb.” His smile was wicked, and I felt bile rising in my throat as I forced myself
“Tasia is a good-”
prevents her from having. She is powerful, that woman. Too damn powerful for
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