Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder

Chapter 73 : Winter Forest Will Fall 

Maeve

I spent the next two days being moved between Damian’s tent, where I was allowed to eat, and a tree just above the shoreline, where I was tied up, my hands occasionally bound together above my head if Damian felt like being extra cruel.

He had continued his ceaseless interrogations, asking over and over if I knew where to find the moonstone. He seemed less interested in how to use it, however, and was growing more nervous with each passing hour.

I was beginning to think this wasn’t his plan. That, or he was in way over his head doing someone else’s bidding.

I just couldn’t bring myself to believe that person was Tasia.

I had spent nearly three days in contemplation, racking my mind for any hints of malicious, secretive behavior on Tasia’s end during my time in Dianny. Our stay in Dianny had been an incredibly strange, confusing time, however, and even if she had said something, or done something, that would’ve given me a clue about her true motives I could have easily missed it.

Troy had said she could move air, I remember that much. Then I

thought about the strange storm that had rocked the Persephone while we traveled through the pass and wondered briefly if Tasia had been behind it. Wind creates weather, right? Or was it something else?

“I should have listened when you were talking to me about meteorology…” I sighed, thinking of Troy and wishing I could tuck the loose curl that had been tickling my nose for hours behind my ear. My wrists ached where they had been restrained, the skin raw and dappled with blisters where the coarse rope met and rubbed against my skin whenever I moved.

I felt a strange sensation in my belly, however, momentarily distracting me from my precarious situation. One of the babies was moving, rolling, his feet gliding over my belly button.

“Ooph, that feels weird,” I smiled, then grimaced as the other one, at least I thought it was the other one, kicked me sharply in the side. “You guys are getting big.”

It was well past dark now, the stars simmering over the calm surf rolling up the beach in the shelter of the narrow cove. Damian’s empty boat was still rocking in open water roughly a half mile from the shore, its white body reflecting on the water in the light of the moon.

“I gotta get out of here,” I whispered, wondering if anyone was going to come to release me from my bondage so I could lay down and go to sleep on one of Damian’s couches like I had the last two nights in a row, never out of the watchful eye of Rex.

T heard a low hum as I continued to watch the water, so low it was nearly inaudible. I tilted my head to the side, wondering if I had somehow gotten sand in my ear and it was messing with my hearing, but the hum was getting louder, growing closer.

I saw the skiff as it inched out from behind the rocky bluff sticking out of the water at the edge of the cove, the nose of the small boat lit by moonlight. I squinted, wondering if what I was seeing was real and not a figment of my pained and dehydrated imagination.

One of Damian’s warriors was sitting on the beach, his head slumped forward as he slept. He was supposed to be on guard while the rest of the warriors slept in a second tent nearby. He hadn’t heard the skiff.

the humming started up again, a handful of darkened figures

turned my gaze upon the sleeping warrior, a second skiff

were sneaking

without a shadow of a doubt it was the

could have cried, but instead,

the tree for support

as the engine was pushed to

warrior woke with a start, crying

it was too

warrior. The warriors’ tent flashed with light as someone turned on a lantern, shouts of alarm ringing out from within

all hell

commands as he emerged from his tent, his voice lifted

outside of the tent as I watched the fight take place. The entire crew of the Persephone was on the beach now, outnumbering the seven

his

expecting this. He

using his spear to block a wolf

outburst had drawn the attention of someone else, Damian, who had been standing dumbfounded as he watched

pulling

recognized as Myla. She tackled him to the

I nodded.

never the one you needed to worry about. Everything is already in motion-” Myla bit down, and Damian went quiet. I looked

wail of utter despair. She was

Myla!” I screamed, seeing the knife Opaline had a death grip on. I wondered why she hadn’t

us, holding the dagger up as

with tears. “It’s over now, all of it. Damian was the only one she would listen to. He was the only one who could reason with her.

won’t. She can’t. She doesn’t have an

desperate, her voice carrying over the sounds of battle

the only one who can defeat your mother. If she makes it to Lycenna … it will be over, Maeve. Winter Forest will fall. Damian was trying to prevent that from

the Moon Goddess would

this magic!” I hissed, bucking