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.

Please tell me that's a new

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 remembers I am a dream dancer. I haven't used my abilities around him since

lamented. She plopped down on her bed. “Well, I'll have high hopes for you anyway. Have fun, and do

strode out of our dorm room just as

downstairs, Ian was already standing next to

stop meeting like this," I said to

the job, ma'am," he grunted back, though he didn't sound

Lucas reached over and tugged me

landed in his

and got behind the wheel, turning us back in the

down my sweater self-consciously. “What is this

murmured, raking a hand through his hair.

on what? What decision?" I asked, starting to get peeved. It was nearly sunrise and I should have been

troubled. “Brady and I went to the temple last

I

anymore. As soon as I took the artifact, the whole thing collapsed." Lucas stared out the window as though watching it happen again. “I brought it home. I have a cousin, Eliza,

“The archeologist," I remembered.

to use your powers that you

they go

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

stars. I shook

way to see if this

“I'll try. I'll try, Lucas, but you have to know I can't

said as we pulled into the pea rock driveway in

out, but Lucas was faster. He gave me his hand

as we mounted the stairs into his

Lucas was nervous, I had

on it

take me there to study what might be a cursed object. I was starting

the top of the stairs, just out of view, so when we

her look at it," Brady hissed, his voice

Phoebe must be asleep,

okay," I said,

office just the same, stopping right

his desk and opened a wood panel

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

think I should touch it," I wheezed as my lungs seemed to fail me and I backed away. “Please put it back

“I'll bring it back

am totally on board with that

my other hand going

again. “Let's get you back downstairs," he said, ushering me out of the office. “I'll get you some wine to settle your nerves. I'm sorry I brought

figure out what it was. I'm sorry I couldn't help more," I replied, seeing Brady slip