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

the sarcasm in my

it, Princess. Every inch of

“Okay,” yawned.

her lips, unhappy about the lack of reaction she was getting out of me. “Did you not hear what I just

out of my father’s cold,

her voice made the breath catch in

trying to peer behind her

I’ve seen him. He came to Mirage not long after the invasion with his son, the heir.

my chest as I leaned forward, frantically

doesn’t matter, does it? A lot has happened since you fled from Valoria, Maeve.

I was being held against my will

you now love, the same man

my lip, closing my eyes to stop the tears welling in the corners of my eyes from running down my cheeks. I couldn’

edged with righteous fury. Opaline smiled menacingly, her eyes

us, and Opaline turned her head, her face falling as her opportunity to torment me further evaporated

from the injuries he had sustained when he tore the tomb to pieces. He reached down

to the tent. I gave her a menacing smile of my own

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 lived in, like

| asked without even thinking. The question

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

a friend,” he said casually, cleaning off

“A friend?”

listen to Opaline; she is upset you weren’t dealt

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

my father went

looking down at a map on

him?” Desperation was tying my stomach

your brother. They were headed

Why?” No one had ever been able to cross those mountains

know, Maeve. And don’t ask me if they were successful. I’ve been out of range for weeks chasing this damn-”

more than one, but decided

That’s

dumb. What did

stop you

that, Princess. What were you planning to do with it?

no idea what you’re talking

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

Tasia, who had been so helpful, so kind to us in Dianny, had been working with Damian

you I had a friend who knew where to find the tomb.” His smile was wicked, and I felt bile rising in

“Tasia is a good-”

wants what her pack prevents her from having. She is powerful, that

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