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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being too hard

neck-”

with Dad being distant and se cretive, but I’m

sounded. I could tell they had hurt her. She didn’t reply, the

“I’m sorry, Mama.”

I understand why you’re

you do it? Be married to a man who-who does things, alone?

I trust your father. Just like I hope you will trust Troy’s

times.”

as we walked up the

and talked with grace, but her words were often harsh and sharpened to such an edge I felt

Mom was talking about hadn’t been met with as much support

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temple, which felt wholly unnecessary, especially as she explained certain rites and ceremonies we were already familiar with. Mom seemed to grow in annoyance as I

us?” I said,

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

texts. I believe your attitude has more to do with the fact the White Queens are an extension of

I said, pagans. Witches, if

at this woman’s tone toward my mom. I didn’t even know

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stood

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

by Grace, who

fists.

neck. She was taller than Mom but not taller than me, and I had to look down at her slightly as she spoke. She looked

belongs to the Church. I need it returned

moon dial. “The moonstone belongs to the White Queens. It

was thankful to have her back to her full health. She seemed to glow in the light

of the moonstones as singular, which matched Grace’s response. She had no idea there were multiple

ripple of unease creep over my skin as I watched Grace stare Mom

have it,

her tone soft and

steeled my own expression, hoping the flush prickling across my cheeks didn’t give anything away. I couldn’t lie to save my

“Then where is it?”

why it is so important to the Church to have it

lip, looking thor oughly irked by the

has rights to all the relics related to the Moon Goddess, regardless of

that why you aided Damian in the overthrow

as hard as I could to stay upright as Mom stared blankly at Grace,

don’t know

it yourself. The Church lays claim to

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swallowed, then began to back away

moon dial. Mom followed.

you working with? Is it

Mom said

not speak

Is this where

Queen Maeve. You must

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

you know all

and Mom had been in on her grand scheme the entire time.

out, anger bringing color to her

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

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

pleased with herself, exhaling deeply. “Noth ing, honestly. I was guessing, throwing things until they stuck, so to speak. I found it odd that Damian’s 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

the nail on the

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

asked as we stepped outside, the bitter chill of the air biting against my cheeks as we walked across the

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