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.

that's a new euphemism for

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

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

just as Amanda was

I got downstairs, Ian was already standing next to Lucas's sedan,

meeting like this," I

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

look before Lucas

almost landed in his

the chauffeur quickly closed our door and got

smoothing down my sweater self-consciously. “What is

night," Lucas murmured, raking a hand through his hair. It bounced back

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

gray eyes troubled. “Brady and I went to the temple last night,

I

watching it happen again. “I brought it home. I have a cousin, Eliza, who might

“The archeologist," I remembered.

nodded. “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,"

me. “It's in my house. I'm going to show it to

they danced with stars. I shook my head–not the

any other way to

“I'll try. I'll try, Lucas, but you have to know I can't control what I see. It'll reveal what it reveals, whether it makes sense

into the pea rock

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

waist as we

tensing a bit. If Lucas was nervous,

of course not. Phoebe might stumble on it there. No, it's

been in there, we'd had one hell of a fight. Now I was letting him take me there to study what might be a cursed object. I was starting to really

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

seriously going to have her look at it," Brady hissed,

be

the shoulder. “It's okay," I said, proud my voice wasn't quivering. “I'm happy

followed us to Lucas's office just the same, stopping right outside

panel that looked

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

wheezed as my lungs seemed to

it is," Lucas grunted, slipping it back in the safe. “I'll bring it back to the

am totally on board with that

put a hand to my head, my other hand going around my belly. “I don't feel

with worry and he put his arm around me again. “Let's get you back downstairs," he said, ushering me out of the office. “I'll get you some

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