Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder

Chapter 115: Other Forces at Work

Maeve

I shifted uncomfortably in my seat on one of the long, marble pews in the temple of the Moon Goddess in Mirage, staring over my shoulder at the small crowd of onlookers who had gathered to witness Tempest, the new High Priestess, be ordained as the leader of the Church.

I’d only ever been to the small services held at the temple in Winter Forest, and those were few and far between, as I could rarely be bothered to sit still long enough to pay attention without fidgeting like mad.

Today was no different.

Troy had returned from Winter Forest the day before, and we were officially counting down the days until we boarded the Persephone once again to head to Avondale, which would happen within the next week.

Neither of us had wanted to go to the ceremony to see Tempest, who we had never met, become the High Priestess, but Lynus had insisted that we both attend, since it was likely Troy would be working closely with the High Elder Council for some time to come.

Better Tempest be an ally, than a stranger.

I was unsure about my feelings toward the Church after the whole Grace incident. In fact, none of us were entirely sure what had happened to Grace after the battle with Tasia.

AUDIVUL

Hanna said she hadn’t been in the cavern, but the rest of us hadn’t seen her leave through the tunnel, either. She and Carl had just disappeared, it seemed!

I stifled a yawn as the elderly priestess preaching a sermon rattled on. She looked like she was over a hundred years old, from my perspective. Even Tempest, a fair woman with thin, blonde hair and glossy green eyes, looked bored, but she had been forced to stand behind the old woman while holding a large book in one hand, and a scroll in the other.

I met Tempest’s gaze for a moment, and to my surprise, she gave me a soft, knowing smile before inhaling deeply and turning back to the crowd, blinking several times to stop the rush of fatigue threatening to put us all to sleep from overpowering her.

Troy nudged me gently as I began to nod my head, unable to keep my eyes open.

“How much longer is this going to take?” | yawned, narrowing my eyes at him.

“Tempest is going to marry Rowan and Hanna, and then it’s over,” Troy replied in a hushed whisper as a few people turned to stare in our direction.

And he was right. After a few minutes more of the elder’s monotonous speech, Tempest stepped forward. A silly hat was placed on her head, and she twirled in a circle twice and unraveled the scroll, signing her name at the bottom.

“And they think White Queens are weird,” I murmured,

slouching in the pew. “What the hell was that?”

shrugged, trying not

who had gathered to watch the sermon began to leave the temple, but we stayed behind with my parents, Lynus, and

had told me about his time in Red Lakes,

Georgia, Vicky, and Paul came into the temple, greeting the rest of us as they sat down on the pews. Ernest and Gemma came in behind the rest

thoroughly taken with each other, and he hadn’t had a second

the rest of us were at the castle, and he hadn’t even known about what happened with Tasia until several days later. It didn’t seem to bother him in the slightest. All was right in his

was Aaron of

uncomfortable. Hanna was wearing a silky, cream colored dress with a rabbit fur coat, her hair pulled

beautiful.

I knew better. Troy had told me Rowan and Hanna had eloped when they reached Mirage, before the conference,

of them had wanted a big, flashy

for the fact I had no memory of my own, and he had agreed that we should do it up right. I wondered if my parents would be opposed to us having the reception on the Persephone, a thought that gave me much pleasure and brought a smirk to my

had been through hell and back a few times in his life, but

as Rowan and Hanna stepped in front of Tempest, and I noticed the tension leave Dad’s shoulders a fraction of an inch as Tempest began to

to do it?” | whispered to Mom,

tilting her head toward Dad. Dad was watching the ceremony with interest,

pew, tapping my fingers on

unromantic, but I didn’t expect anything else from them. Rowan and Hanna were

to have it over with. He held

standing next to me, tilting her head toward an empty

parents, who were not paying attention to

voice shockingly deep compared to her appearance. She was a beautiful, but dainty, woman who was likely a few years older than Gemma, but she had a deep, whisky voice. “I am

given name is Monica.”

I’m Maeve,” I nodded in greeting, lacking the business like social graces my mother exuded. I wasn’t sure how I was supposed to greet her, having grown up outside

meet you. I could tell you were just as bored as I was

High Priestess for a long while. Grace had

that again,” | snorted, shaking my head. “I’m sure you’re

the White Queens and

“About what?”

It’s likely, unless the Goddess has other plans for me, that I will be High Priestess when you come into your title of White Queen in the future, a distant one I hope,

work to eliminate the stigma the Church places on the White

Church should be following the practices of the White Queens more intently, and that is

a feeling I won’t be