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.

awake, honey, please!” Rosalie shook her awake, and Maeve groaned, shaking her head rapidly from

Something’s-” Maeve’s words were jumbled, then ceased

married right now. Okay? This is our wedding, underneath the stars. Under the moon. Open your eyes, Maeve! Do you see it? The moon is

over as he slipped in the

“Got them,”

We need it, now!”

dainty clear

admiring her, taking

stones, and I saw the faintest hint of red within her palm. I hadn’t

kissing her on the

Ros alie said the ceremony that bound Maeve and I as husband and wife, but I found myself focusing on

aside in Winter Forest before we left and brought me into his office. He pulled a small box from the safe beneath his desk, explaining that the ring was

  1. ly.

I had nothing to my

is not how I imagined

hand, turning it over in my palm as Rosalie’s strained words filled the air around us. Rosalie nod ded at me, and

on her finger and laid her hand

an earthquake it

Ethan

felt adrenaline prickle across my skin as I

blow up? What’s that sound?”

was looking at Rosalie, who was on her knees next to Maeve, her eyes downcast as she looked at

stone in the ring

It’s a

moving in slow motion, a blinding light passing over me, and through

to process anything besides the pain radiating through my body. I heard voic

was standing over me,

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

“What-where’s Maeve?”

***

ever seen. The bright fluorescent lights were blinding, and the

the cozy clinic in Winter Forest with its wood-paneled walls and yellow paint, and even further from the stone-walled infirmary at the castle where Maeve and

dressed in scrubs and crisp white coats hovered around the room where I was standing, shell-shocked, their voic es a faint murmur in

embolism, low blood pressure, potential heart failure,

currently happening, and what had hap pened when I slipped that unassuming ring on Maeve’s

nurse was actively trying to explain it all to us, but I could barely understand her. Ethan was standing next to me, clutching Rosalie’s hand so tightly her fingers were turning

helpless, watching Maeve suffer right before

but she’s far gone. It’s a miracle her heart is still beating. We can likely save at least two of the triplets, but

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

stammered, taken aback by my

room turned to me, which gave me a glimpse

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