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 on

neck-”

being distant and se cretive, but

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

“I’m sorry, Mama.”

I understand why

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

me all of his schemes? 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

times.”

walked up the steps to

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 I felt as though they could cut

was obvious. Maybe those ties Mom was talking about

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the 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 glanced at

problem with us?” I said, done

my question, and answered casually,

Goddess, Priestess,” Mom said shortly. “We have the same rites, the same texts. I believe your attitude has more to do with the

said, pagans. Witches, if I can be

tone toward my mom. I didn’t even know

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out. She stood

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

off by Grace, who had balled

fists.

not taller than me, and I had to look down at her slightly as she spoke. She looked all business in her white and silver

the Church. I need

the moon

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

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

creep over my skin as I watched

have it,

Mom lied, her

expression, hoping the flush prickling across my cheeks didn’t give anything away. I couldn’t

“Then where is it?”

to the Church to have it

ran her tongue along her lower lip, looking thor oughly irked by the

Church has rights to all the relics related to the Moon Goddess, regardless of whose possession they are in. Includ

that why you aided Damian in the overthrow of Drogo

stay upright as Mom stared blankly at Grace,

don’t know what

else 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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to back away

moon dial. Mom followed.

you working

as her robes when Mom said

not speak her name

Is

the Moon Goddess, Queen Maeve. You must

powers she doesn’t understand and powers she refuses to use for good. Had the Church not tempted Damian with the map, had

you know all of

on her grand scheme the entire time. Grace was the High Priestess. She was part

out, anger bringing color to her

ran for it, her robes trailing behind her as she turned into a darkened hallway, leaving us alone in the grand marble foyer of the

was that all about?” I hissed, my voice echoing on

they stuck, so to speak. I found it odd that Damian’s forces left the Tem ple untouched during their invasion,

you hit the nail on the

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

how did you know she’s harboring Tasia?” I asked as we stepped outside, the bitter chill of the air biting against my cheeks as we

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