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

in frilly, pink, nearly see-through lingerie and was worried about my s*x life. “No. I can't

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

and strode out of our dorm room just as

the time I got downstairs, Ian was already standing next to Lucas's sedan, holding the back

this," I said

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

before Lucas reached over

landed in his

Ian," Lucas barked, and the chauffeur quickly closed our door and got behind the wheel, turning

down my

you in since last night," Lucas murmured, raking a hand through his hair. It bounced back into its stylishly messy-on-top coif. “I'm still not

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

troubled. “Brady and I went to the temple last

I responded. “What was

whole thing collapsed." 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

“The archeologist," I remembered.

“But you also showed us once when you were starting to use your powers that you were a dream dancer. I don't know

they go away, Lucas,"

in my house. I'm going to show it to you when we get home. But if it's…

into his silver-flecked gray eyes. It was like they danced with stars. I shook my head–not

admitted. “But I can't think of any other way to see if this

I'll try, Lucas, but you have to know I can't control what

said as we pulled into the pea rock driveway in front of

to let us out, but Lucas was faster. He gave me his hand and pulled me out

my waist as

If Lucas was nervous, I had the feeling

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

take me

top of the stairs, just out of view, so when we reached the upper landing

to have her look at it," Brady hissed, his voice

Phoebe must be asleep,

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

followed us to Lucas's office just the same, stopping right outside the door. He'd drawn his

and opened a wood panel that looked like

a sense of dread, even before I saw

I should touch it," I wheezed as my lungs seemed to fail me and I

“I'll bring it back to the construction site and use

totally on board with that plan,"

a hand to my head, my other hand going around

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 you here, Sasha.

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