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.

I said, gesturing to my own hair, cut short at the sides and longer on top, but still not nearly long enough for the waves to get in my

Brady grumbled, but he smiled slightly

found, depending on how you looked at

we leaned on the railing, watching the water rise and fall against the wood

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

fact you're treating her like a two-year-old with a dangerous toy… I think I'd probably

her like a

repeated. “You know you're treating her like a two-year-old. That's why you're standing here with

just want her to be safe. That orb

her choice whether she wants to work with it or not," Brady said. “You know

that. I don't think she's being

like her father and forbidding her to do things,"

sea. “I don't know what else

her. I understand," Brady said. “I'd be the same way about Phoebe. Probably. But I also don't want to have to sleep with one eye open, and I don't want her tossing

never toss you

Sasha hasn't tossed

of my neck. “Fine. Fair.

me saying you love her, so I'm assuming

my mate or she's

“And?" Brady prodded.

“And what?" I asked.

glum about it? She's your mate for

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

the arm I

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

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 you what she thinks, but you

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

you, no matter how much she loves

of Sasha rejecting me when she turned twenty-one and the idea made me sick. And

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

I gave Brady a powerful punch in the arm before stepping

Brady complained, rubbing

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

there, and I sighed, wondering if I was going to have to sleep on the galley floor as a wolf again. I

I was going to have to talk to the captain about

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

on the bed…

of anger. How had she even found

Obviously not well enough.

eyes were unfocused and she was

in any distress, so I simply sat beside her, looking

sure Sasha couldn't hear me. “I'm 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 get hurt. And I don't want to live a day without you–not even one day. I can't

I sighed, dropping my chin on her

pull to you I've never felt before, and I'm almost certain you must be my mate. But even if you're

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