Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder

Chapter 323

Chapter 103: Betrayal

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The rectory rose above the University of Mirage, perched atop a hill adjacent to the magnificent Temple of the Moon Goddess, which signified the place as not only a religious sanctuary, but the true capital of both Valoria and the Church.

Mom was keeping in step with me as we followed Troy up the paved pathway leading up the hill. She sighed deeply, picking at a loose thread on her blue chunky-knit sweater.

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She was upset about something. I believed wholehearted ly it had to do with the fact we were all sitting ducks while Ta sia hid somewhere nearby, waiting to strike.

“Did you know the White Queens split with the Church of the Moon Goddess?” I asked as we continued what felt like a

slow, endless climb towards the rectory.

“Yes, I did. That ended with my reign, however. We estab lished new ties with the Church shortly after you were born.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

Mom laughed, shaking her head. “Oh, sweetheart, I did. It was taught in school. You just never listened.”

I frowned, tucking a loose lock of hair behind my ear. “I did listen-”

“Not often enough,” she teased, giving me a knowing

smile.

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I had a feeling karma for being a total pain in my parents’ ass was going to catch up to me as the years went by. I could already see the gleam of mischief in the eyes of Oli and Will. Charlie was our angel, at least for now.

“Troy, why didn’t Dad want to come with us today?” I asked as we neared the rectory.

Troy turned to us, meaning to part with us and go to the rectory himself while we met with the High Priestess of the Church.

“He and Rowan are putting a force together to find Hay den and Carl. I’m meeting up with them later and then—” he paused, looking from me to Mom. “I’m going to be going with your dad to locate them-and Ta’sia.”

“What?” I roared, which startled several people minding their own business as they sat on the benches along the path

way.

“We can talk about it later, Maeve,” he said with force, and

in front of Mom, too.

I felt heat prickle across my cheeks, running my tongue along my lower lip as I thought of a retort, but Mom took my hand and began to lead me away toward the temple.

“We’re already late, honey-”

“You’ re not going AN,chapter_version=chapter_version +1 WHERE until we have a chance to talk about this, Troy!” I said over my shoulder, giving him my best “mom look” that I had been practicing in the mirror the past few days.

Troy was oblivious to it and seemed heavily distracted. He

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had barely said a word to me about the stranger who had come to the gala. He had barely explained what he had found in the journal last night, too. Both he and Dad were being ex ceedingly secretive.

He turned toward the rectory without saying a word, and I turned my head back to the temple, vexed beyond a responsi ble doubt.

“I’m willing to assume the Priestess will need to speak to me more than she needs to speak with you, honey. You can join him after we show both of our faces, at least.”

“Hopefully, there’s a darkened corner where I can ring his

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too hard

neck-”

You may be okay with Dad being distant and se cretive, but I’m not okay with

harsh as they sounded. I could tell they had hurt her. She didn’t reply, the silence loud er

“I’m sorry, Mama.”

alright. I understand why you’re

it? Be married to

tice, honey. But I trust your father. Just like I hope you will trust Troy’s judgment here. We may be White Queens, but they are men. And we have to let them be like

times.”

up the steps

Grace, which I found rather ironic. She walked with grace, and talked with grace, but her words

and me was obvious. Maybe those ties Mom was talking about hadn’t been met with as much support as I

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with. Mom seemed to grow in annoyance as I glanced at her, her

with us?” I said, done with

my question, and answered casually, “You’re pagans, for

I believe your

I said, pagans. Witches, if I

tone toward my mom. I didn’t

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didn’t lash out. She stood calmly,

gracious tour, I am more interested in what you want to know about the moonstone. Such

Grace, who had balled

fists.

pulled back into a tight bun at the nape of her neck. She was taller than Mom but not taller than me, and I had to

Church. I need

Mom said, reaching down to tap her finger on the moon dial.

pressure. I was thankful to have her back to her full health. She seemed to glow in the light coming through the glass ceiling of the cathedral, her eyes glistening with challenge as she waited

singular, which matched Grace’s

of unease creep over my skin as I watched Grace

have

her tone soft

the flush prickling across my cheeks didn’t give anything away. I

“Then where is it?”

important to the Church to have it

ran her tongue along her lower lip, looking

relics related to the Moon Goddess, regardless of whose possession they are

that why you aided Damian in the overthrow

upright as Mom stared blankly at Grace, tilting her head to the side

know

would Romero have gotten the map? You said it yourself. The Church lays claim to all artifacts related to the Moon

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then began to back

moon dial. Mom followed.

are you working with?

robes when Mom said Tasia’ s

not speak

she hear us? Is this where

the Moon Goddess, Queen Maeve. You

said firmly. “She is not the Moon Goddess. She is a misled girl with a vendetta about something that hap pened thousands of years ago. She is a girl with powers she doesn’t understand and powers she refuses to use for good. Had the Church not tempted Damian with the map, had they not given it to Romero for safe keeping during the war-going against their own allies-none of this would

do you know all

had come into this trying to wear us down, and Mom had been in on her grand scheme the entire time. Grace was

she?” Mom bit out, anger

as she turned into a darkened hallway, leaving us alone

about?” I hissed, my voice echoing on the walls despite my attempt

forces left the Tem ple untouched during their invasion, while they wrecked prac tically everything else. It was especially odd that she told you she knew about the moonstone, and that we had it, given the fact that the

the nail on

was walking toward the entrance now. I followed, looking over my shoulder at the corridor

outside, the bitter chill of the air biting against my cheeks as

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