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.

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

Brady grumbled, but he smiled slightly when

man was completely lost… or found, depending on how you

the state room?" Brady asked as we leaned on the railing, watching

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 need my space, too,"

her like a

like a two-year-old. That's why you're standing here with me and not banging

just want her to

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

I don't think

like her father and forbidding her to do things," Brady told

frowned at the sea. “I

Brady said. “I'd be the same way about Phoebe. Probably. But I also don't want to have to

never toss you overboard,"

hasn't tossed you," Brady

rubbed the back of my neck.

notice you didn't say anything about me saying you love her, so I'm assuming you've stopped fighting that,

my mate or she's not,"

“And?" Brady prodded.

“And what?" I asked.

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

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

Brady punched me so hard in the arm I stumbled sideways. “Goddess, you're an

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

with some new command or forbidding her to do stuff," Brady said. “You interrupt her all the time. Yes, I've noticed.

five seconds away

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

turned twenty-one and the idea made me

a lot of talking TO her," Brady corrected

grunt. I gave Brady a powerful punch in the

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

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

still closed when I got there, and I sighed, wondering if I was going to have to sleep on the galley floor as a wolf

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

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

on the bed… with

of anger. How had she even found

Obviously not well enough.

eyes were unfocused and she was clearly “elsewhere,"

sat

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 deal with

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

honored if you are my mate. I feel a pull to you I've never felt before, and I'm almost certain

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