Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder

Chapter 41 : New Dianny

*Lucas*

New Dianny, considering how young it was for a city in the Light Realm, had sprung up like a field of tulips at the edge of the sea, scant miles from a jungle. If it hadn't been for the sea, the place would have been sweltering. As it was, it was quite warm, and the sweaters in our wardrobes became a thing of the past.

It was just as well. I'd torn the majority of Sasha's. Sometimes, something about her just made me so… impatient, especially sweaters. Goddess, I hated having to find her under all those folds.

Then again… I watched Sasha pull on a halter top and shorts that were shorter than I would have liked. There were some advantages to sweaters, like keeping other shifters' eyes off my Sasha.

“Lucas, I swear if you rip these shorts, I will rip your balls off." Sasha misinterpreted what must have been a very intense look.

I couldn't help but smile, sliding my hand into her back pocket to cup her ass cheek. “I promise. I will TRY not to shred this pair of shorts."

“I'm taking your coin stash and going shopping once we get settled," Sasha threatened.

I nuzzled the bruise I'd made on her neck. “Sasha baby, you can do whatever you want with my coin stash."

“You've been very hard on my wardrobe," Sasha sniffed, but she didn't remove my hand from her back pocket as we walked out of the stateroom.

Phoebe was similarly dressed, though she was sporting a bikini top in the warm weather, and I could see Brady was about as thrilled about her outfit as I was about Sasha's.

“We could go to the Winter Forest now," Brady suggested, his arm sliding possessively around Phoebe's bare waist.

“I thought we needed to meet Lucas's brother, Oliver, here first?" Phoebe said, confused. “Why would we go to the Winter Forest now? Not that I'm not excited to see it–"

“Better dress code," Brady grumbled.

Phoebe looked down at her bikini top and cutoff jean shorts. “What? It's hot!"

“That's not the problem. The problem is you're hot, and every man in New Dianny is going to think so, too," Brady sighed.

Phoebe beamed at him. “You think I look hot?"

Brady pinched the bridge of his nose. “Not the point. Not the point."

Sasha glanced up at me, her eyes narrowed. “You're having jealous thoughts, too, aren't you?"

“I was just thinking it's a bit nippy today, and maybe a sweatshirt wouldn't be a bad idea." I coughed.

Sasha swatted me in the chest. “You have your hand on my ass. I think that's a bright, red, flashing 'hands off' sign to any challengers."

“You'd be surprised," I growled.

Both rolling their eyes, Phoebe and Sasha led us across the gangplank and onto the bustling docks of New Dianny. On a small hill in the distance, the packhouse rose large and robust above the din.

“We're heading that way," I said to a porter, pointing with the hand that wasn't on Sasha's ass.

The porter took an appreciative look at Sasha and Phoebe, but a hiss from Brady stopped him halfway between bust and hips. He quickly turned his attention to our bags and summoned a larger town car once we reached the end of the dock.

settled themselves

and I'll be getting worse," Brady

peeked out of the

back window, seeing if we were

been getting since we got the orb, we'd been worried about… followers–not just those who wanted the orb, but those who wanted Sasha and… crazy prophecy-worshiping nutballs like the

asked me softly, and I realized

I

someone's going to follow us," Sasha continued, putting a hand on

“but I'm not borrowing

cuddled

stroked her hair and kept my gaze sharp out the

was giving her a little shake as two shifters in very official uniforms came

of

“Yes, sir," I replied.

very beautiful pack house. I wanted to meet the engineer who'd designed

me my warning of possible unwanted additional guests in New Dianny had been

top as we passed under beautiful wood relief

own polo shirt and khaki shorts. “I think it'll

whose fault was that?"

“Mine," I said unrepentantly.

to our home!" a loud voice boomed as

ex-pirate Robbie was standing in front of his intricately-carved wooden high-back chair at the head of the room. Next to him was a small woman with blond hair, who was also smiling. Robbie dwarfed his Luna, Alison, by about three hundred pounds,

great inconvenience, considering we might

light fixtures. “We haven't had

have you, and prepared for any trouble that might be chasing you,"

could be fun," Robbie

This was clearly a common

Luna on my account. “I would

“Charmed," Alison smiled.

us, Luna Alison," Sasha

an age since we've seen

Robbie interrupted. “How could we not host you and see what

“You must be exhausted. Can

would be wonderful, Luna Alison," I

you must join us for dinner!" Robbie rumbled.

you for inviting us," I replied with

nodded and Alison stepped down off the low dais to take us to

a room," Alison said. “Since your letter did indicate they were engaged. But I did prepare

Sasha and I were

me up and down, then Sasha. “Though I could

my hand had tightened around Sasha's

I responded in a more