Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder

Chapter 331

Chapter 111: We Got Lucky

Maeve

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Robbie was holding me and Rowan to his chest, his body trembling as he took deep, strained breaths. The dust was clearing, the forest floor now visible through pockets of fog and debris. I blinked, my eyes ringing so violently it made my headache.

Rowan was fighting to free himself from Robbie’s grasp. Robbie let him go, and Rowan fell to his knees, coughing so hard his eyes began to water.

We were soaked from the rain and covered in mud. I looked around, turning in Robbie’s direction to face what was left of the entrance to the tunnel.

The hill was nothing but a pile of shattered stone and broken trees. I closed my eyes.

It was over-and at a tremendous cost.

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“We have to go in for them,” I whispered weakly, unable to hide the pain in my voice. I hadn’t yet registered what had happened.

“Aye, we will. I think I can… I can move some of the rocks out of the way. I think-”

Rowan was already frantically pulling rocks from the entrance, screaming curses as he ripped splintered tree branches from the rubble. He was calling for Hanna, his voice

so desperate it brought hot, painful tears to my eyes. I swallowed against my own fear and grief.

The three of us had been the only ones to make it out.

The trees rustled above us, their bare branches scratching against each other. The forest seemed to moan, the sound echoing through the clearing sounding almost like the cry of a woman, someone hurt.

Someone dying.

Robbie held me close as a huge, violent gust of wind whipped through the space, nearly knocking us over. I knew it was her, Tasia, and as soon as the wind ceased, the sky gave way to stillness once more…

I knew she was gone. Dead.

“Troy,” I cried, turning into Robbie’s chest as I began to cry.

“We‘re gonna get ’em,” Robbie assured me, but his voice betrayed his words. I could tell he was sure we would find them, but whether or not they were alive after being buried under several feet of rock and dirt was something he wasn’t confident in.

“Damn it!” Rowan cried as he began to toss rocks bigger than his head away from the pile of rubble. His hands were bloodied, torn, and oozing red as he dug and dug and dug.

Robbie let me go and went to him, leaving me standing in the clearing. I watched Robbie begin to move some of the bigger rocks out of the way, waiting, holding my breath.

I heard barking.

I looked around, unsure in which direction it came from. I heard it again, and this time Rowan and Robbie noticed as well. Robbie began to pull rocks away from the pile at a speed

that seemed unnatural. He bellowed at Rowan, telling my brother to get out of the way as he began to pull on the exposed roots of one of the trees that used to cover the hill.

to help and the two men pulled

second to jump out of its path before several large boulders broke loose from the pile and crashed onto the forest floor. Rowan

turning my attention to the large hole that was exposed in the pile of rubble, and saw Duck

to rise from the hole, and Robbie left Rowan to nurse his foot, jumping back onto the pile

in, taking hold of someone, and pulled

said with a little laugh, “Ethan’s

in mud and dust, his

down the rocks. He was limping badly, winching and cursing as he walked out into

turning around to pull Keaton up. He said something to Robbie, and

from sobbing. He turned to me, smiling, and took what looked like the first deep breath he had taken in a long,

could hear Mom fussing over Dad, who was physically dodging her attempts to help him as he stumbled around the clearing. He locked eyes with me, narrowing them until they

done,” he breathed, his voice edged with bitterness. He looked around the clearing, his eyes settling on each of us as he willed our obedience. No more magic, no more moonstones, no more epic

to say, but he was still a man of few words. He motioned towards Mom, stopping her from advancing on him to heal his twisted

the clearing, quietly cursing his grievances as he fought against the dense thickets of brush in his attempt to

me,

you okay?”

my throat. Adrenaline was coursing through my veins, keeping me upright. “Okay. I’m going to-to go after him. Your dad

“A giant crab?”

I used to call each other as children in lieu of something more aggressive or naughty when we were vexed. She walked over to me, embracing me fully. She reached up, wiping the tears from my cheeks before kissing me soundly on the temple, resting her forehead against

all I could manage

before taking her leave, her body instantly replaced by Troy’s, who

asked as he

shook my head. Whatever scraps and bruises I had would likely be healed

with something when the tunnel caved in, but that’s all.

want to get the

“We will.”

seen, and I realized he must have gone into the opening of the tunnel with Robbie

“Is she dead? Hanna?”

was silent, then shook his

she’s not

limp Hanna in his arms. He had her head pressed against his chest, his eyes full of

Troy and stepped around him, noticing the blood on Hanna’s mouth and the long, bright right cut on

tried to heal

to go

without saying a

sucked,” Keaton said dryly, dusting dirt from the

over-” Troy began, but Keaton held up his hand to

where he went.”

was

Robbie asked, glancing from

a deep breath, glancing at Troy through his

were spared, that’s all I can say. The tunnel came down on top of Ethan and Hanna, but that broken door fell

Hanna refused to

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