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.

sides and longer

but he smiled

lost… or found, depending

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

toss the orb in the

threats, emotional confusion, and the fact you're treating her like a two-year-old with a dangerous toy… I think I'd probably

not treating her like a 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

want her to be safe. That

wants to work with it or not," Brady said.

that. I don't

have to stop acting like her father and forbidding her to do

frowned at the sea. “I don't

Phoebe. Probably. But I also don't want to have to sleep with one eye open,

would never toss you

hasn't tossed

the back of my

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

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

“And?" Brady prodded.

“And what?" I asked.

mate for sure,"

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

so hard in the arm I stumbled sideways. “Goddess, you're

asked peevishly, rubbing my

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 aren't listening. So why would she tell

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

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 going to accept you as her mate. Sasha Wentley is too independent to put up with your s**t for all

she turned twenty-one and the idea made me sick. And panicky. “Maybe I should go

a lot of talking TO her," Brady

WITH her," I agreed with a grunt. I gave Brady a powerful punch in the arm

Brady complained, rubbing his

a punching war. Fun as that would have been,

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

the lock broke in my hand. I was going to have to

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

was on the bed… with the

a snarl of anger. How had she even found it? I

Obviously not well enough.

and she was clearly “elsewhere," using the power of the orb

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

me to death. I love you, Sasha. I love you and I don't want

answer, and I sighed, dropping my chin on her

feel a pull to you I've never felt before, and I'm almost certain you must be

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