Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder

Chapter 15 : Gone

*Sasha*

“Sasha," Amanda said, giving me a shake.

I yawned and blinked owlishly at the clock. “Sweet mercies of the White Queen, Amanda, it's nearly dawn. Don't you have class this morning?"

“I do, but I was on the dorm phone all night with Chelsea–boy trouble–and the line beeped, so I switched lines, and it was Lucas," Amanda said hurriedly.

“Lucas Black?" I asked, peering at her in the low lighting.

“Do we know another Lucas?" Amanda responded with an eye roll. “He's waiting for you on the line right now."

I wanted to tell Amanda I didn't want to talk to him, roll over, and go back to sleep, but I wasn't going to make her into my errand girl. With a groan, I pulled myself out of bed and padded down the hall in boys' boxers and an oversized T-shirt to take the phone.

“Lucas," I groused. “Do you have any idea what time it is?"

“I need you," Lucas replied without preamble.

I blinked, pulled the receiver away from my ear to stare at it, then put it back to my ear to listen once more.

“… dream dancer?" Lucas was saying.

“What?" I asked. “Look, Lucas, if you're going to phone me for s*x while you're drunk and then…"

“Haven't you been listening?!" Lucas asked, exasperated.

“I was trying to figure out if you'd lost your mind… so… no…?" I replied.

“For the Moon Goddess's sake, Sasha, I'm talking about the temple, not s*x," Lucas said.

I felt my cheeks get hot and was glad he couldn't see me this mortified. “Oh. Um… sorry… um...."

“Forget it. Not important right now," Lucas sighed.

“Okay, so, it's still almost two in the morning," I said, shifting the phone to my other shoulder.

“I need you to use your dream dance abilities on something I found in the temple. I'll explain when I see you," Lucas responded. “Get dressed and meet me outside your dorm in fifteen minutes."

“But—“

“No buts. Get a move on," Lucas ordered.

I grumbled something under my breath but agreed. After hanging up, Amanda cornered me in our dorm room.

“So?" she asked. “Did Mr. Yummalicious call you for some… private time?"

I shook my head, then nodded, then shook my head. “No… I mean, not the way you're thinking. He needs me to use my dream dancer gifts to help him with something." I kicked off my pajamas and yanked on a sports bra, panties, pants, and a sweater.

dream dancer gifts? Please tell me that's a new

and couldn't help but laugh as she stood there in frilly, pink, nearly see-through lingerie and was worried about my s*x life. “No. I can't believe he

systems," Amanda lamented. She plopped down on her

and strode out of our dorm room just as Amanda

already standing next to Lucas's sedan, holding the back door open

have to stop meeting like this," I

part of the job, ma'am," he grunted back, though he didn't sound particularly happy about

gave him a sympathetic look before Lucas reached over and tugged

landed in

the chauffeur quickly closed our door and got behind the

settled myself next to Lucas, smoothing down my sweater self-consciously. “What is

last night," Lucas murmured, raking a hand through his hair. It bounced back into its stylishly messy-on-top coif. “I'm still

get peeved. It was nearly sunrise and I should have been getting ready for

Lucas said, looking at me, his gray eyes troubled. “Brady and I

the temple?" I

Lucas stared out the window as though watching it happen again. “I brought it home. I have a cousin, Eliza, who might be able to shed some light on it, but she's far away and won't get here

“The archeologist," I remembered.

you were starting to use your powers that you were a dream

go away,

what I'm counting on," Lucas replied. He slid his hand over mine and squeezed it, looking back from the window at me. “It's in my house. I'm going to show it to you

his silver-flecked gray eyes. It was like they danced with stars.

am," Lucas admitted. “But I can't think of any other way to see if this is the thing that's

have to know I can't control what I see. It'll reveal what it reveals, whether

pulled into the pea rock driveway in front

his hand and

arm went protectively around my waist as we mounted the stairs into his

was nervous, I had the feeling I ought

might stumble on it there. No, it's in my

fight. Now I was letting him take me there to study what might

the stairs, just out of

seriously going to have her look

must be asleep, I

out and patted Brady on the shoulder. “It's okay," I said, proud my

the same, stopping

wood panel

felt a sense of dread, even before I saw the black-veined, white marble

don't think I should touch it," I wheezed as my lungs seemed to fail me and I backed away. “Please

safe. “I'll bring it back to

on board with that plan," Brady

put a hand to my head, my other hand going around my belly.

lit with worry and he put his arm around me again. “Let's get you back downstairs," he said, ushering me out

at least try to figure out what it was. I'm sorry I couldn't help