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.'

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*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

grumbled, but he smiled slightly when

found, depending on how you

asked as we leaned on the railing, watching the

grunted. “I merely SUGGESTED we toss the orb in the sea.

you're treating her like a

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

two-year-old," Brady repeated. “You know 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

she wants to work with it or not," Brady

that. I don't think she's being smart," I

like her father

sea. “I don't know

But I also don't want to have to sleep with

would never toss you

Sasha hasn't tossed

rubbed the back of my

me saying you love her, so I'm assuming you've stopped fighting that, too," Brady

to fight? She's either my mate

“And?" Brady prodded.

“And what?" I asked.

you so glum about it? She's your mate for sure," Brady

on the ship's railing. “I don't know that she loves me back. She was… well… a virgin. She might just

the arm I stumbled sideways.

I asked peevishly, rubbing my arm. “She hasn't

I've noticed. Okay, Phoebe noticed, but then I noticed, too. She just wants to tell you what she

talking to Phoebe. I'm about five seconds away from tearing up your man

grin. “You can try. But, seriously, 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

thought of Sasha rejecting me when she turned twenty-one and the idea made me sick. And panicky. “Maybe I should go talk

a lot of talking TO her," Brady

gave Brady

What was that for?!" Brady complained, rubbing his own

Fun as that would have been, I had a Sasha Wentley to…

I was going to have to sleep on the galley floor as a wolf again. I knocked, and

I asked. I tried the knob and was surprised how easily the lock broke in my hand. I was going to have to talk to the captain about safety, but just this once, it was a gift

room lit by a single candle. My eyes adjusted quickly, but I

the bed…

she even found it? I thought

Obviously not well enough.

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

distress, so I simply sat beside her, looking at the glowing, pulsing, now-pink pain in my

But you're scaring me to death. I love you, Sasha. I love you and I don't want you to get hurt. And I don't want to live a day without you–not even one day. I

course, Sasha didn't answer, and I sighed, dropping my chin on

before, and I'm almost certain you must be my mate. But even if you're not, I will love you until the

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