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.”

let out his breath, shaking his head as he chuckled and turned to face us. “I knew it

serious! I want to go with Maeve. I want

his hand against his temple. He swayed, and I jumped forward, wrapping my arms around him before he fell over. His body was warm against mine, and I couldn’t help but lay my cheek against his back, thankful when his body softened to

of us gather up supplies.” I whispered against his skin. I felt

out of my arms

He’s hurt.” Keaton was

shining in

nodding as I looked down at

was only half

***

were walking by with bundles of supplies in their hands. Cleo came in carrying fresh bandages, and I sat up, giving her a

sat her bundle down on Damian’s desk and

to help him but he-he told me not to bother.” I

sorry he said that to you Maeve. I’m sure he didn’t mean it to upset you.” She soaked a rag with what smelled like pure alcohol, and I sucked in my breath, imagining how much it

we… We…” She paused, biting her lip and shaking her head as she set the alcohol-soaked rag on a small tray. “I can’t say I’m totally on board with you

being as

had talked about it the night before. Troy, Pete, and I would be going north in Damian’s 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 come to regret being separated from Myla if she didn’t go with them, especially after hearing the story

said reassuringly, trying to sound sincere. I had at least three months to go before I gave birth, and a two-month-long journey to Winter Forest. Troy stirred, shifting uncomfortably

to have to leave soon. Keaton is taking Opaline on the

the soft morning light, his gaze settling on me for a moment before looking

twice already.” She took the tray between her hands and

as he accepted his fate, and Cleo started

called me over. “This is the area you need to worry about, right here. See how deep this is? I’m

nose as Cleo gave him another cold

the entire area at least twice a day. When you get to Winter Forest, your mother should take a look

back tears. I hadn’t told anyone about the painful feeling lodged in

into his eyes, which were focused on mine again with the same intensity as the night before. He said something to Cleo, and she nodded in response, turning away from him and gathering her supplies before she left the

I sat down on the couch across from Troy, my mouth going dry. He cleared his

he didn’t speak. He just

don’t feel

you don’t.

“I’m not your mate. Your mate is still out there somewhere, and I… I won’t let you sacrifice that

Maeve, even

matched the look etched on his face. There was no softness in his features. He

being in love and being with

the tent flap. I looked away from him. “How

“I love you”

enough for

and help unravel the tangled web of emotions I was feeling. I loved him.

couldn’t feel it. I couldn’t even feel my

useless. I wasn’t a

because of me. I wouldn’t let him sacrifice that right, that

about this before,” he said, but I interrupted him, holding

doesn’t change how I

looked like a

chestnut brown by the sun and curled

tired, annoyed, and overall

see the silent plea of understanding in his

feet, baring his teeth against the

for

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 in my

street brawl? When I got pushed into

taking another step toward

with Horace on the castle grounds, just trying to pass the time. But I also knew you passed by Johnny’s almost every day at the same time in midmorning. I saw your hair in the

man standing next to him had stepped on him, so he pushed

“And you ran outside-”

had a feeling what I was feeling was

you need to sit