Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder

Chapter 29 : Oh Brother

*Lucas*

I made sure Sasha was all tucked in, then went back to my office, a slight smile on my face. We'd see who could hold out the longest. I had a sneaking suspicion Sasha was going to relent sooner rather than later.

A few papers were out of place on my desk, so I organized them, dragging my feet on what I had to do next. It wasn't as though I had any problem with Oliver, my brother, but I did worry about bringing someone–anyone–new into our little circle of orb hell.

Finally, after an hour had passed of me fiddling with things that didn't need fiddling with, I picked up the phone receiver and dialed Oliver's number.

“What's wrong?" Oliver answered without preamble. It didn't surprise me a bit that my brother was in his office at this hour. He was a very dedicated Alpha of Pack Drogomor.

“Does your poor mate ever see you?" I joked, trying to lighten the mood.

“Yes. What's wrong?" Oliver repeated.

I sighed. There was nothing to do but tell him everything.

“How do you always know when something's wrong?" I grumbled, glancing balefully at the wood panel that hid my safe.

“You don't call unless something is wrong," Oliver reminded me.

I winced. I really needed to be a better brother. “I'll work on that."

“Ahuh. So, don't keep beating around the bush, tell me what's up," Oliver said.

I swallowed. “I… well, it's a very long story...."

“Highlights."

That was Oliver. Down to business. “I'm in trouble. Me and Sasha Wentley. And… well… the people who are close to us… perhaps the world at large...."

“More details than that," Oliver demanded. “Though how you ended up with Sasha Wentley after the tormenting you gave her growing up is another tale I'd love to hear."

“Yeah, and I'll fill you in on it when we get to Drogomor," I said.

There was a short silence. “You're coming back to the Light Realm? With Sasha Wentley?"

“And maybe a few other friends," I said. “Look, we're being hunted down by a priestess from Leviss and some shifters she has under her control, not to mention...."

“You'd better start mentioning," Oliver growled.

“I found something at my job site, something I can't even bring to Alpha King Xander or Queen Lena. It's just too big a risk," I sighed.

“You found something you can't even bring to your own cousin?" Oliver protested. “Lucas, those are some dangerous words. How can you not bring something to the attention of the king?"

“Not everyone in the Alpha King's court can be trusted and… I'm… afraid of what will happen," I replied. “This thing… it's connected to Sasha somehow, and I don't know what will happen to her once experts start poking and prodding it. I think it's an artifact from the ancient Church of the White Queens. But it… it makes people disappear. Or, rather, it makes Sasha disappear."

I heard some rustling on the other end of the phone. “Hang on. I have a feeling this is going to require a brandy," Oliver grunted.

waited as

something about Sasha Wentley disappearing?"

mean, not just disappearing. Disappearing as though she never existed in the first place. No one remembers her.

“And we aren't just throwing whatever it is into the

it. She's convinced the Goddess has given her a mission having to do with the artifact. And from what she described to me, that's entirely possible. But we're also being chased by an old priestess who possesses at least a little magic, so I'm wondering if Sasha, you know, saw

old priestess from Leviss," Oliver

thought of the old woman and my blood

again. “You're particularly possessive and growly. Is Sasha

thought made my insides

She hasn't had her

like her to

replied, “It wouldn't be the worst thing

sleeping with her?"

heated up. “That's not

her," Oliver said. I

decided I don't get to have any if I don't let her do

I recall, you're even rather popular

“There are no other

As I suspected." Another long swig. “You've

wondering when the exact moment had been that I'd forsaken all others for Sasha. I couldn't pinpoint a time, but

here anyway, you said. So we'll have plenty of time to talk about other things

“Yes, plenty

I couldn't through the phone. Pity. “Oh, the things

with my coming? I don't know yet if it's just going to be

And who's

her," I replied. “Which is another reason why

here." There was a clink as I imagined Oliver set his glass aside. “Getting caught up in save-the-world type s**t. You just have all

artifact your way, you'll be

can deal with them." He paused. “But Lucas

if something like that happened, I'd break my own spine,"

take it you ultimately want Mother to take

Sasha for a day, and all Eliza could think of was that the orb has something to do with time, which makes sense because when Sasha disappears, I go back to the day before and have to live a whole day

that orb, at least until you get here and Mother can look at it," Oliver said soothingly. “Now, you go pack… or convince your probably-mate to sleep with you, or both. You sound like you need a hug from a

more than a hug, but I have every intention of winning this little war between us. Even if it means I have to be celibate for the rest of my life, she is not

Oliver chuckled. “Alright, I'll see you when you get here. Take precautions. I don't want to hear

said. “I'll try to

lot to think about, little brother. We'll discuss it

he was going to

welcome." The line

tempting for me to get my own glass of something strong, but I wanted to stay sharp, just in case, by some evil magic, the old priestess got

office and returned to my

to her and ran my fingers through her beautiful

sleepy eyes. “You're