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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neck-”

You may be okay with Dad being distant and se

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

do you do it? Be married to

hope you will trust Troy’s judgment here. We may be White Queens, but they are men. And we have to let them be

times.”

as we walked up the steps to the temple and

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

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

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were already familiar with. Mom seemed to grow in annoyance as I glanced at her, her arms folded over

problem with us?” I said, done with Grace’s

by my question, and

I believe your attitude has more to do with

pagans. Witches, if I can be

was shocked at this woman’s tone toward my

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Mom didn’t lash out. She stood calmly, peering at Grace

what we’re here for, shall we? As much as I appreciate your gracious tour, I am more interested in what you want to know about the moonstone.

off by Grace, who had balled her

fists.

gray-blonde hair that was 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 look down at

I need it returned to

on the moon dial. “The moonstone belongs to the White Queens. It always has, and

was thankful to have her back to her full health. She seemed to glow in the light coming through the glass ceiling of the

took notice of Mom’s use of the moonstones as singular, which matched

a ripple of unease creep over my skin as I watched Grace

don’t have it,

Mom lied, her

expression, hoping the flush prickling across my cheeks

“Then where is it?”

it is so important to the Church to have it

her lower lip, looking

Moon Goddess, regardless of whose possession they are in. Includ

you aided Damian in the overthrow of

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

don’t know what

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

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then began to back away

moon dial. Mom followed.

are you working with?

when Mom said Tasia’ s

speak

she hear us? Is this where

the Moon Goddess, Queen Maeve. You must un

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

how do you

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

bit out, anger

ran for it, her robes trailing behind her as she turned into a darkened hallway,

all about?” I hissed, my

left the Tem ple untouched during their invasion, while they wrecked prac tically everything else. It was especially

hit the nail on the

looking over my shoulder

chill of the air biting

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