Sould As The Alpha King's Breeder

Sold As The Alpha King’s Breeder Chapter 249

Chapter 29: Nameless But Not Blameless

Maeve

“Aaron?” I said into the dark as my door opened and closed, a shadowed figure moving through the room toward my bed. I sat up, pulling the sheets over my bare chest.

I blinked rapidly to adjust my eyes to the darkness. A drawer squeaked as it was roughly opened, the sound of fabric falling to the ground overwhelmed by murmured curses.

“I thought you weren’t coming back until tomorrow.” I said, scooting to the side of the bed and slipping my legs out of the sheets. “What are you doing?”

“Get dressed, Maeve. We have to go.”

“Go where?” I laughed, standing and reaching over to my bedside table to turn on the lamp. Yellow light filled the room, washing over his face. “Aaron, what’s wrong?”

“Turn off the lamp, right now!” he exclaimed, panic flashing in his eyes.

He was filthy, and his clothes were damp and smelled sharply of rainwater and dust. He had dark circles beneath his eyes, and he looked exceedingly wary. I stepped forward, narrowing my eyes as I closed in on him, ignoring his demand.

He had blood on his shirt. Lots of it.

“Aaron?”

“That’s not my name, Maeve.”

I froze, any warmth I felt by his presence evaporating into thin air and leaving me feeling suddenly exposed. I crossed my arms over my breasts, not taking my eyes off of his. “What kind of game is this? Why are you covered in blood?”

“My name is Troy.” He took a step forward, his eyes boring into mine. I opened my mouth to speak, but the only sound that escaped was a choked laugh.

“Okay, Troy.” I said sarcastically. But he looked at me, coldly, his eyes vibrant gems in the lamplight.

“Turn off the lamp, Maeve. I’m serious.”

“Not until you tell me why you’re covered in blood.” i felt the sudden urge to step away from him. Troy? Who the hell was Troy? All the suspicions I had had about him came rushing forward as I looked over his face, the face I hadn’t recognized. The eyes that seemed so new, so incredibly unique. And his chest, scarless, when I knew it shouldn’t be. “You’re not Aaron, are you?”

“I’m not. I never have been. Aaron is on an island somewhere. He’s safe. He’ll be returned to his family.”

“I don’t understand,” I said, an edge to my voice. “Why are you here?”

“A mission,” he said as he took another step, his hands outstretched in a show of surrender. “I didn’t come here to be your breeder. I never meant to even touch you. I was here to free Romero from the tower.”

“Who?” I took a step away from him.

that was me. Troy. Not Aaron. !

know that everything that has happened between us, everything meant everything I’ve ever said

to well in the pit

my ears. I felt bile rising in my throat, the fight-or-flight response rippling across my

that to

scar, do 1? That’s because I never fell out of a tree when I was a

me in his web of deceit. Everything he had said to

“Leave my room, now!”

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I took off after I met you in the market? Because I wanted you. I sought you out of the crowd. You pulled me in. I didn’t know who you were. Then you were not who I wanted you to

panic and confusion lining his face as he tensed, looking

door open and a similar scraping sound coming from his room.

“What are you doing?”

dressed, Maeve, we don’t have much time.” He was ripping the sheet into strips, cursing under his breath as he wound and knotted the strips

If you think barricading me in this room is going to stop me from screaming for help-” Voices echoed from below, skrill commands. Doors began to open

my upper arms so tightly

kiss so intense it made me feel a rush of warmth

his lips lightly brushing against mine as another scream echoed from somewhere on the lower

let me go, pushing me away and reaching down

“Put it on, now!”

muffled snarling and yelping. I was frozen in place as the sounds of chaos and destruction began to reverberate through the castle, snapping back to reality as Troy pulled the dress over the top of my head, catching a lock of

us

We’re going to

voice filled with panic. She was pounding on the door, her fearful sobs cutting through the sound of violence echoing

his grasp enough for me to be free of

still. His eyes were on the door as

rolling down

was a few choked sobs. “Troy? Are

“I am.”

get

I promise

turned to him, fire blazing in my

Gemma said in a desperate whisper. “You have

was crying softly now, her sobs muffled by the door separating us. I began to pull the drawers out of the dresser, my hands clawing the wood as I pulled

go now. You have to get out. The

“I’ll get her out.”

out of Valoria. Get far from here. They’re looking for her. They’re—they’re killing everyone-“Gemma’s voice was drowned out by a crashing sound, followed by shattering glass

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