Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder

Chapter 89 : Babies on a Plane

Maeve

I kept my mind blank for the rest of the evening. I couldn’t form a rational thought if I tried. Hanna had told me what she’d seen but was adamant she wasn’t sure what it meant. The fact that she was unsure was the only shred of hope I had left.

I was laying in bed in my room, my eyes fixated on the far wall. Troy was packing, stuffing clothes into a suitcase as he rifled through my dresser, grabbing whatever he could get his hands on.

We hadn’t spoken since I’d left the house with Rowan. Troy had been down at the dock for most of the evening with Dad, de ciding whether or not the plane could taxi safely out of the inlet. They decided we’d be leaving on the next tide, which was now only an hour away. 

I didn’t tell him what Hanna saw. That she had seen us, twen ty years from now. At least, I thought, we would still have each other.

Troy was leaning on the suitcase, using his weight to close it enough to zip it up. I couldn’t help but smile as I watched him. He was frantic, his hair ruffled and his shirt wrinkled as he pushed against the suitcase, cursing under his breath.

“What do you think Keaton and Myla are up to right now?” | asked.

He stood to his full height, running his fingers through his hair and then over his face, which he had kept clean-shaven despite the busyness of the past several days.

“Hopefully they got to Robbie. I plan on checking with the Port Master while we’re in Mirage. Maybe I can find out if they’ve been in Valoria recently. That would tell us… tell us everything went okay when they reached Dianny.”

“But what do you think they’re doing right now, right this minute?” | asked again, not wanting to think about what Damian had told me about what Tasia had done in Dianny.

Troy sat on the edge of the bed, leaning over me. He kissed me softly, brushing his lips against mine. “Well, it’ll be very late, wherever they are. Hopefully, they’re sleeping.”

“Sleep sounds nice,” I whispered, stifling a yawn.

“You can sleep on the plane,” he kissed me again, this time it was deeper. I melted against him, wanting nothing more than to have him wrap his arms around me while I drifted into sleep.

“I love you, Maeve. Everything is going to be okay. I know you’re hurting. I am too. We‘re going to make it through this. All of us,” he said as he placed his hand over the swell of my belly. “I promise.”

“Don’t promise me,” I sniffled, the tears threatening to spill again. “I… I don’t even want to think about what’s going to happen next. I just want to keep him for a little longer. He’s safe with me. He’s-he’s still there.”

“I know,” Troy’s voice broke with emotion as he pressed his forehead against mine. “I’m so sorry, Maeve.”

“You knew something was wrong, didn’t you? Before the ul trasound, you were acting so strange.”

“I had a feeling. I could just feel something wasn’t right. I feel those things in you, you know. I can feel when you’re hurting. I

what mates are, an extension of the

I can’t.” || began to cry again, for the

give yourself credit for. We’re

***

Troy was picking at his jeans,

head to look at her. She was wrapped in a thick blanket and sitting in one of the seats across the aisle, dark circles under her eyes

shook his head, looking a little

pilot. We’ll be just

the door, and waved at Ernest and Rowan while

cabin was cozy and filled with vibrations. Sleep was already taking over, but i’d promised Troy I would stay

he was nervous, and I knew he had

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to zoom through the air. Mom said Dad told him it was because of magic just to stop Troy from continuing to ask him questions about the physics involved, but I didn’t

knew it was my favorite based on how worn the cover was. I pulled it out of the bag he’d packed for me, which was full

took his hand in mine, squeezing. “Steven won’t let us crash,

but he squeezed my hand

lingering on the edge of deep sleep for the majority of the flight. I didn’t dream. All

intercom woke me from my nap. I rubbed my eyes, turning toward the darkened window and finding Troy’s seat

Dad and Troy seated further lip the cabin, talking in hushed voices. I stood, waddling over

chess with other

in response, then looked down to ponder Troy’s latest move. “I said I’d never

out my book, pretending to be invested in the first page, which I had already read a thousand times and could

Troy a careful eye. Troy didn’t hesitate, however, taking out two of Dad’s pieces in a mat ter of seconds. Dad was shocked, and straightened

see how you could have done that,” Dad said in a hoarse,

until we’re in Mirage?” | asked, finding it harder and harder to

as I shifted my weight. I won dered if he could feel the pain in my hips and back that seemed to radiate up and down my spine the same way I could, or if he could only tell

took out his queen, ending the game. “Damn. Who

Isles,” Troy said, leaning back and look ing pleased with

at him, then turned to me, his gaze raking over

bit out. “I’m

get them -” Troy stood, but I waved my hand in dismissal, clutching his arm in sup port as I rose

it. I want to walk for a minute. I’ll just pace’up and down the aisle for a

me a weary eye, but I turned away, beginning my jaunt up and down the narrow pathway between the