Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder

Chapter 310

Chapter 90 : Heartbeat

Troy

Chaos wasn’t the right word to describe what had happened. | watched in horror as Maeve collapsed in Rosalie’s arms, her eyes going still and sightless.

Ethan was screaming at the pilot to land the plane, and sud denly we were plummeting to the ground, holding on for dear life as the plane landed roughly in a field just outside of Mirage.

Ethan told me it would be a bumpy landing, even though this seaplane was equipped to land on the ground. Still, it needed a runway, and all we had was a field.

I carried Maeve out of the plane, Ethan close behind me with Rosalie in his arms. Steven was talking frantically into a radio, try ing to find someone to help us, to help Maeve, who was panting in my arms as I laid her down in the grass.

“Warriors are on their way; they’re going to get her to the hos pital. It’s only-only half an hour from here-” Ethan stammered as he struggled with Rosalie, who was fighting against him.

“Let me go, Ethan!” she snapped.

“You need to calm down!” he retorted, but she elbowed him sharply in the chest, and he loosened his grip just enough for her to dart forward, landing on her knees in front of Maeve, “Troy, we can shift. We can carry the women-” Ethan said.

I looked down to see Maeve’s eyelashes fluttering. “I don’t want to have these babies in the grass. That would be… be silly.” Maeve said weakly, her mouth twitching into a smile.

I could feel her energy waning. Every minute that passed felt like a lifetime as we waited for help. Maeve cried out in pain, and I felt absolutely helpless.

“Something’s wrong!” she said, over and over.

Rosalie was praying, running her fingers through Maeve’s hair. Rosalie looked at me, her eyes full of tears.

“We need to deliver them, right now,” I said, not sure how the words had even formed in my mouth. I hadn’t meant to say it; hadn’t even been thinking about it.

“How?” Rosalie pleaded.

She looked exhausted; her face twisted in pain. Goddess, it felt like Ethan and I were about to lose them both.

“Do you have the moonstones?” Ethan’s voice sounded out behind me, and I turned to look at him, nodding.

“In the plane,” I answered quickly, turning back to Maeve, who was gripping my hand.

She was gray in color, her arms trembling in the wet chill of the air. I took off my sweater and draped it over her, trying to keep her warm.

“Troy, I wanted to get married,”

“We‘re going to get married, Maeve. I promise,” I choked, try ing to maintain my composure.

“What about right now? Just so I can say… can say we did it…”

“What are you talking about?” I laughed, despite the situation.

She gave me one last soft smile, then her eyes began to

close.

Maeve groaned,

wrong. Something’s-” Maeve’s words were

our wedding, underneath the stars. Under the moon. Open your eyes, Maeve! Do you see it? The moon is so clear out here. There’s no snow. The

me over as

“Got them,”

jacket, shaking him. “Where is it? That ring? We need it, now!” I

simple gold band with a dainty clear stone in a shallow setting, and dropped it into my hand with the moonstones. He looked me in the

her, taking in every inch of her. | slowly handed the moonstones

her palm. I hadn’t

Maeve, kissing her on the

ceremony that bound Maeve

He pulled a small box from the safe beneath his desk, explaining that the ring was a gift from his brother to Rosalie, and Rosalie

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to my name besides the clothes on my back, and even those

imagined

my palm as Rosalie’s strained words filled the air around us. Rosalie nod

finger

soft rumbling beneath us, an earthquake it seemed. Goddess, could we catch a f*cking

Ethan

adrenaline prickle across my skin as I looked up from Maeve’s

the-the airplane about to blow up? What’s that sound?”

her knees next to Maeve,

in the ring was

Goddess. It’s a

the words to explain. It felt like I was moving in slow motion, a blinding light passing over me, and through

my body. I heard voic es around me,

Ethan was standing over me, looking down at

what just happened?” he shouted, reaching down to pull pieces of grass from

“What-where’s Maeve?”

***

bright fluorescent

wood-paneled walls and yellow paint, and even further from the stone-walled infirmary at the castle where Maeve

I

low blood pressure, potential heart failure, cesarean

wrap my head around what was currently happening, and what had hap pened when I slipped that unassuming ring on

was actively trying to explain it all to us, but I could barely understand her. Ethan was standing next to

helpless, watching Maeve suffer

beating. We can likely save at

squaring my shoulders as though about to enter into a fight. I drew in my breath, letting the

what?” the nurse stammered, taken

room turned to me, which gave me a glimpse of Maeve laying limp on the hospital bed

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