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 not okay with Troy being that

they sounded. I could tell they had hurt her.

“I’m sorry, Mama.”

understand why you’re

to a man who-who does things, alone?

It’s a lifelong prac 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

times.”

as we walked up the steps to the

name was Grace, which I found rather ironic. She walked with grace, and talked with grace, but her words were often harsh and sharpened to such an edge

Mom was talking about

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especially as she explained certain rites and ceremonies we were already familiar with. Mom seemed to grow in annoyance as I glanced at her, her

your problem with us?” I said,

by my question, and answered casually, “You’re

the same Goddess, Priestess,” Mom said shortly. “We have the same rites, the same texts. I believe your attitude

pagans. Witches, if I

at this woman’s tone toward my mom.

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stood calmly,

tour, I am more interested in

cut off by Grace, who had

fists.

the nape of her 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 all business in her white

the Church. I need

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

back to her full health. She seemed to glow in the light coming through

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

unease creep over my skin as I watched

have it,

Mom lied, her tone soft

flush prickling across my cheeks didn’t give

“Then where is it?”

so important to the Church to have

ran her tongue along her lower lip, looking thor oughly

all the relics related to the Moon Goddess, regardless of

aided Damian in the overthrow of Drogo

as Mom stared blankly at

know what

map? You said it yourself. The Church lays claim to all artifacts related to the

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to back away

moon dial. Mom followed.

you working with? Is

as white as her robes when Mom said Tasia’ s

not speak her

Is this where you’re hiding

Moon Goddess, Queen Maeve. You must

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,

do you

been in on her grand scheme the entire time. Grace was the

bit out,

behind her as she turned into a darkened

my voice echoing

untouched during their invasion, while they wrecked prac tically everything else.

you hit the nail

entrance now. I followed, looking over my shoulder at the corridor where Grace had

bitter chill of the air biting against my cheeks as we walked across the large, ornate garden toward the

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