Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder

Chapter 75: The Fourth Time I’ve Died for You 

Maeve

“This is at least the fourth time I’ve died for you-or almost died for you,” Troy said weakly as Cleo rolled a bandage over his chest. “You’re going to marry me.”

“Okay,” I whispered, my mouth trembling as I smiled, and my eyes welled with tears. I looked from his face to his chest, which was moving up and down as he breathed.

He was breathing. He was alive.

And he had a moonstone.

Keaton was sniffling behind us, Myla murmuring reassurances in his ear as she stroked his back with her head pressed against his shoulder

I’d had a strained relationship with Keaton since the day I met him. I thought he was ornery and arrogant, and I would continue to think that, but kneeling on the beach with him while Troy died in front of us had cemented an intimate type of relationship between us a shared indescribable grief, and eventually a communal joy when Troy opened his eyes once more.

We were all standing in absolute disbelief, still processing the events that had taken place in the last thirty minutes or so. Troy had died and come back to life. Damian was dead. Opaline had been captured and was hogtied and laying in one of the skiffs, her screams of frustration mingling with the rush of the incoming tide.

And we had the moonstone we had come all this way for.

“We‘re going back to Winter Forest now,” Troy grunted, trying to sit upright despite Cleo’s protests.

“We–we can’t. We have to go to Dianny first-“| stammered, stepping forward into the circle that was standing around Troy.

“Maeve’s right. We can take whatever goods we find here back to the Persephone, but we’ll need to stop to-”

“Tasia-” Myla and I said at the same time, which caused the low murmuring taking place around the circle to quiet.

I sucked in my breath, glancing at Myla before exhaling deeply and telling everyone what had happened, and what had been said, after Myla killed Damian.

Keaton’s face fell at every word. I knew he was thinking about Robbie. We all were. I didn’t know if I fully believed Opaline, but even Damian had warned me about Tasia and her powers.

“We have to go back and see what happened. If there were survivors. If Robbie…” | tucked my hands into the pockets of my pants. I was filthy, still in the clothes I had worn when we entered the tomb three days ago.

“Robbie would have made it out; he’ll be fine,” Keaton turned to Troy, offering his hand. Troy took it as Keaton helped him upright, holding onto Keaton’s shoulder for support as he stood, wobbling for a moment before regaining his composure.

It seemed that my blood hadn’t healed him. The moonstone had brought him back to life, but he still had a deep wound across his chest. Pete was holding the knife Opaline had stabbed him with during her attack, turning it over and over in his hand.

“We’ll split the supplies Damian has here at camp,” Troy said firmly, looking from face to face. “Maeve and I are going north, back to the pack lands… to Winter Forest. The rest of you will go to Dianny.”

“Troy, we should go with them,”

“No,” he rounded on me, looking irritated. I pursed my lips, biting the inside of my cheek as he continued. “This was the plan all along, to stop Damian from getting his hands on the moonstone. It’s done. It’s time for you to go home, Maeve.”

His tone was incredibly harsh, and I felt myself beginning to cower. He was angry, whether at me or the situation, I wasn’t

sure.

But Troy was watching me with interest as he spoke, his eyes boring into mine. I could feel his gaze all over my skin and it brought a warm blush to my cheeks. I looked away from him, knowing exactly what he was looking for. He knew today was my birthday. He knew what that meant.

I wondered if he felt the mate bond.

I wondered if he knew I didn’t.

“Troy’s right; we split up. Someone find the keys to that cruiser in the distance,” Keaton stepped out of the circle, letting go of Troy. He was barking commands to the crew now, his skin tight with dried tears. I swallowed against the apprehension tightening my throat and looked at Myla, who just shook her head.

“We‘re really going to split up?” I said to anyone who was still listening.

“I want to go north with you.” Pete had stepped forward, his words directed at me instead of Troy. This took Troy by surprise, and he turned to face Pete, his brow furrowed.

“That’s not up to you–” Troy began.

“I’d never been off the Isles when I first boarded the

Persephone. Now, I’ve traveled south, about as far as you can go. I didn’t find her,”

“Find who?” Troy asked, narrowing his eyes.

“My… mate.”

as he chuckled and

want to go with Maeve. I want to see

over. His body was warm against mine, and I couldn’t help but lay my cheek against his back,

rest while the rest of us gather up supplies.” I whispered against his skin. I felt him nod,

arms and

He’s hurt.” Keaton

shining in

I looked down

only

***

was filtering through the tent flap and people were walking by with bundles of supplies in their hands. Cleo came in carrying fresh bandages, and I sat

he last night?” she asked as she sat her bundle down on Damian’s desk and began to unroll the

offered to help him but he-he told me not to bother.” I tried to hide my hurt but failed, my cheeks flaming with a

to upset you.” She soaked a rag with what smelled like pure alcohol, and I sucked in my breath,

want you to watch me do this, okay? You’re going to have to do this when we… We…” She paused, biting her lip and shaking her head as she set

being as pregnant as

cruiser, while the rest of the crew of the Persephone would be going to Dianny, which included Cleo. She had protested, but I knew she would

months to go before I gave birth, and a two-month-long journey to Winter Forest. Troy stirred, shifting uncomfortably on the couch near Damian’s desk,

soon. Keaton is taking

side, hissing as he struggled to sit upright. His bandages were red with fresh blood. He blinked into the soft morning light, his gaze settling on me for a moment before looking

the tray between her hands and stood before him, giving him a motherly

as he accepted his fate, and Cleo started to unwind the bandages over his chest

Cleo called me over. “This is the area you need to worry about, right

his nose as Cleo

entire area at least twice a day. When you get to Winter Forest, your

anyone about the painful feeling lodged in my chest that was telling me

his eyes, which were

on the couch across from Troy, my mouth going dry. He cleared his throat, and I looked up at him, waiting for him to

speak.

feel it,

don’t. It

is still out there somewhere, and I… I won’t let

it, Maeve, even if you

was no softness in his features. He wasn’t trying to convince me.

being in love and

sunlight coming through the tent flap. I looked away from him. “How could

“I love you”

is enough

into my mind and help unravel the tangled web of emotions I

I couldn’t even feel my wolf. My blood

was useless. I wasn’t a

refused her because of me. I wouldn’t let him sacrifice that right, that gift. I loved him too much to

before,” he said, but I interrupted him, holding my

change

mine!” He looked like a totally different person

once known during those early, easy days at the Castle in Mirage. His hair was much lighter now, bleached a soft chestnut brown by the sun and curled softly against his shoulders. His skin was

annoyed,

the silent plea of understanding in his eyes. It

rose to his feet, baring his teeth against the pain. “I have been beaten, broken,

sorry for all of

up to press against the wound over his heart, closing his eyes for a moment. “I would do it all over again. I would. And I’ve told you time and time again how I knew you were my mate the second I saw you. I was watching, you know, before I even knew who you were. I had seen you in the market twice before the day we met. I thought you were the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen

I got pushed into the

nodded, taking another step

the bar, waiting to meet with Horace on the castle grounds, just trying to pass the time. But I also knew you passed by Johnny’s almost every day

fell over and landed on someone’ s foot. He thought the man standing next to him had stepped on him, so he pushed him.

“And you ran outside-”

I was feeling was the mate bond, but… that cemented it for me.” He took another

need to sit