Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder

Chapter 988

Chapter 39 : Maturity

*Sasha*

I sat alone in the dark for what felt like hours, though it was probably less than fifteen minutes. Then the light came on in the bedroom and Phoebe popped her head in, wearing lingerie probably meant for Brady's eyes only.

But then I was sitting under the covers completely naked, so I wasn't one to say anything. “Is everything okay?" I asked softly.

Phoebe shook her head and motioned for me to follow her.

My blood ran cold. Had something happened to Lucas? I rolled out of bed and pulled on Lucas's shirt, then quickly followed Phoebe.

We tiptoed down the stairs, where Lucas, in wolf form, was pacing and growling on the front landing.

Brady had a splash of blood on his chin, his fangs still elongated. He was sporting a pair of boxers, thankfully.

“They got away," Brady said as Phoebe went to stand next to him.

“But they're gone?" Phoebe asked in a small voice.

“Yes." Brady put an arm around her and kissed her temple. “They're gone."

“Who? Who's gone?" I asked. “Did they take the orb?"

“They didn't get that far," Brady said. “By the look of things, they didn't even know exactly what they were looking for."

There were popping sounds, and then Lucas was standing there, naked, once more. He grabbed an overturned throw pillow for modesty, holding it in front of him.

“It couldn't have been the priestess if they didn't know what they were looking for," I mused. “And she already told me she was quite happy with what I was doing, so there would have been no reason–"

“f**k that orb. I swear to the Goddess...." Lucas snarled. “What is this, a youth hostel? We've got people coming and going at all hours."

“We're heading to the docks in a couple of hours," Brady reminded him. “We're leaving Egoren. When we get to New Dianny, we'll be a lot safer."

Phoebe looked at the door, then looked again. “What is this…?"

A scrap of paper was caught in the hinge of the door.

Lucas walked over and snatched it. “Fuck."

I went over to him, touching his arm. “Lucas?"

With an angry huff, he showed us the paper.

'Tell the dream dancer she has something that doesn't belong to her, and we are going to get it back.'

***

*Lucas*

The wind whipped through Brady's hair, blowing the longish locks into his face and mouth. He grimaced, pulling hair out of his mouth for the hundredth time since we'd boarded the ship.

short at the sides and longer on top, but still not nearly long enough for

but he smiled slightly when

or found, depending on how

Brady asked as we leaned on the railing, watching the water rise

merely SUGGESTED we toss the orb in

between that, outside threats, emotional confusion, and the fact you're treating her like a two-year-old with a dangerous toy… I

not treating her like a two-year-old," I

you're treating her like a two-year-old. That's why you're standing here with me and not banging down the stateroom door to have rocking make-up

groaned. “I just want her to be safe. That orb is

it's her choice whether she wants to work with it or not," Brady said.

know that. I don't think she's

you have to stop acting like her father and

at the sea. “I

also don't

toss you overboard,"

hasn't tossed

rubbed the back of

notice you didn't say anything about me saying you love her, so

She's either my mate or she's not,"

“And?" Brady prodded.

“And what?" I asked.

mate for sure," Brady said. “A blind man could see

at a splinter on the ship's railing. “I don't know that she loves me

punched me so hard in the arm I

peevishly, rubbing my arm. “She hasn't

to say something? You're always crawling down her throat with some new command or forbidding her to do stuff," Brady said. “You interrupt her all the time. Yes, I've noticed. Okay, Phoebe noticed, but then I noticed, too. She just wants to tell

five seconds away from tearing

you've got to get your head out of your ass, or no matter how much she likes you, no matter how much she loves you, she's not going to accept you as her mate. Sasha Wentley is too independent to put up with your s**t for all

idea made me sick. And panicky. “Maybe I should go

WITH. You've been doing a lot of talking TO her," Brady

Brady a powerful punch in the arm

was that for?!" Brady complained,

quickly before we got into a punching war. Fun as that would have been,

if I was going to have to sleep on the galley floor as a wolf again. I knocked, and there was no

hand. I was going to have to talk to the captain about safety, but just this once, it

I stepped inside, the windows covered with curtains and the room lit by a single candle. My eyes adjusted quickly, but

was on the bed…

of anger. How had she even found it? I thought

Obviously not well enough.

were unfocused and she was clearly “elsewhere," using the power of the orb to see something I could

sat beside her, looking at the glowing, pulsing, now-pink

sorry for treating you like a child, and for being an overbearing asshole. But you're scaring me to death. I love you, Sasha. I love you and I don't want you to

answer, and I sighed, dropping my chin on

a pull to you I've never felt before, and I'm almost certain you must be my mate. But even if you're not, I will love you until the day I die," I murmured in her

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