Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder

Chapter 109 : Only Death Will End the Bloodshed

*Maeve*

I bet you didn't expect to see me here.

It's not my story, after all. At least, it wasn't until the moment my son placed that heavy leather-bound book in my hands.

Once upon a time, a long time ago, I was a young woman on a mission to save my world from destruction. I'd been told it would end with me, that my powers would be beyond reason. But then… nothing. Hanna was the one who killed Tasia, the Lycennian Dream Dancer hell-bent on destroying everything, and everyone, we knew and loved. Hanna was also the one to bring forth the conclusion of the Moonstone Prophecy, giving birth to Selene, the next White Queen–our Lena, my beloved Lena.

I was happy to fall back into the background. All I cared about in those early years after the fall of Lycenna and Dianny were my triplet sons and my mate. I threw myself into motherhood. I threw myself into mending the fractured pack of Poldesse by Troy's side. The years ticked by, quiet, uneventful.

But then I… I got pregnant again.

It had been a shock. It was a miracle, if I was being honest, that I was able to carry another pregnancy full term after the trauma of having the triplets. Our boys were almost twelve years old at the time. We had thought we were done. We had decided our triplet princes were enough.

“It's a boy," the nurse had said as she placed the infant in my arms–my fourth son, our baby, Lucas. I looked into his sweet, innocent face and… I panicked. It all came rushing back to me, overwhelming me. My time in Dianny flashed before my eyes–Una's words, telling us all that my children would be sons, all FOUR of them… all of the questions, the warnings, the lingering doubts that our troubles weren't over strangled me until I found it hard to breathe.

There was a time the visions of seers were taken with a grain of salt. Even Hanna's visions were doubted, and by herself more than anyone.

But now, as I stood deep within the forest, the ice-covered river creaking and hissing steam in my periphery, a vision from a time long past wouldn't ease its grip on me, just like I couldn't seem to ease the grip on the howling book of spells.

I saw two white wolves in a clearing, one standing protectively over the other. I'd seen it while standing in that circle of stones in Dianny; everyone had. I'd been told it was me and my mother.

I realized, as I knelt in the snow to lay the book on the ground in the light of a crescent moon, that those wolves were me and someone who had not yet been born at the time.

“I hate magic," I breathed, closing my eyes against the soft, feral whimpers of the book as I opened its pages.

I'd gone out after dinner like I said I would. I refused to let Hanna, Lena, or Clare follow me into the woods. This I could do by myself. I wasn't sure what was going to happen, and I could admit it had been a long time since I'd shifted. What-ifs had clogged my mind during what ended up being a quiet supper. Dad and Sasha ended up picking at their plates on the floor, playing with the train set. None of us women had a single word to say over our plates of broiled salmon and fingerling potatoes.

my ears and forehead. Stripping naked in the middle of a snow covered forest was

the secrets of this book could only be accessed in wolf form, and for some Goddess forsaken reason, only by me… well, I didn't

a low-lying tree branch as the snow bit into my toes. Shivering and as naked as

body shifted to that lean, silvery white wolf. I pawed the ground, then stretched, shaking out my fur. I was nearly as pale as the

around, teeth bared. A moose peered at me with a shocked expression, its antlers trembling as it took

out there?' Hanna said through the mind-link. 'Do you

of the moose

one to pry, but I knew she was likely waiting by a window in the castle, pining for information. I

almost like a mate bond, and I knew she could feel every ripple of my anxiety coursing through my veins as I lay down on my belly, weighing my

no longer howling. Its pages rustled in the chilled breeze, mingling with the muted whispers lifting from within–soft, feminine voices, some whispering in hushed tones

I was unable to interpret

whatever reason, I felt as though I was supposed to approach the book without being invited

of wind. The book slid across the snow in the wind's wake, its pages flapping wildly. I rose to all fours

of them, pale silver and blue, looking right at me, unblinking. My ruff stood on end as the eyes stared at me in unison. Suddenly, they disappeared, and I saw what I can only describe as shadows kneeling and bowing to me, some taking a knee before they straightened up again

my upper lip trembling as I forced myself not to bare my

giggles that

through the mind-link, unable to form more than growls, yaps, and

of Morrighan. Let us

ran up my spine as the mind-link crackled, and Hanna's voice cut through my

hurriedly, but I was already walking forward toward

remarkably changed. Instead of indecipherable text, the pages were covered in images that moved across the page, turning and twisting as if they were dancing. My eyes went wide as I watched what I knew, without a doubt,

my childhood, my journey to the moonstones and my mate, then the birth of my sons, my

and on, illustrated

kept going, and going, and going. Then it stopped, with a picture of a white wolf in a snow-covered clearing

show you your