Sould As The Alpha King's Breeder

Sold As The Alpha King’s Breeder Chapter 252

Chapter 32: Persnickety on the Persephone

Maeve

I stood near the railing of the ship, looking down at the boat that was bobbing on the water several stories below as Cleo gripped the ladder and slowly made her way up the side of the ship, her eyes fixed on my face.

Robbie was behind her, his voice carrying in the breeze as he encouraged her to keep climbing.

I grabbed her shoulders and helped her over the railing as she came within my reach. She was shaking, swallowing hard as her feet finally met the deck.

“That was terrifying,” she said, her voice trembling as she placed a hand over her heart.

I took her in my arms, squeezing gently before looking over her shoulder at Robbie as he came over the railing and landed with a sharp thud on the deck beside us.

A blond man was standing with his arms crossed over his chest, watching us. Watching me. I turned my head to look back at him, curiosity bubbling through my system.

He was one of those people that was truly beautiful. He looked as though he had been cut from marble by a skilled artist who crafted each chiseled feature with great care. He was deeply tanned, his eyes a vibrant hazel that were light enough to be almost golden in the fading sunlight.

This must be Cap,’ I thought, steeling my expression as I gave him a once-over. He was much younger than I thought he’d be, probably no older than Troy. And to own a boat like this? He must be absolutely loaded. Must be nice to steal for a living.

“Pull er up, boys.” Robbie said to the crew, stepping back as two men began to pull a crank that was slowly lifting the small boat out of the water. It knocked into the side of the Persephone as it climbed higher and higher with Troy and Myla still inside. The blond man stepped forward, the sunset casting a vivid red glow behind him as he gripped the railing and looked down.

I moved Cleo away from the railing as more crewmen stepped toward it, preparing to catch the small boat and lower it onto the deck.

A wiry, elderly man stepped forward, pulling on the sleeve of Robbie’s shirt, whispering something inaudible as the boat continued its ascent.

“Aye, yeah. Troy as a broken arm and the woman has a head wound. Neither could climb the ladder,” Robbie replied, his voice booming despite his attempt at a hushed whisper. Cleo paled, looking down at her feet.

“She’s going to be fine,” I coaxed, wrapping my arm around her shoulder.

“Cap!” Robbie bellowed, and the blond turned his head, confirming his identity. “Doc want’s em’ sent to the infirmary right away.”

“Of course,” the blond said, nodding in the direction of the elderly man, who nodded back and walked across the deck toward a set of large, wooden doors.

“See?” I whispered to Cleo. “They have a doctor on board. An infirmary, too.”

Cleo exhaled deeply, a little of the tension leaving her shoulders as the crewmen crowded the railing in front of us, their arms outstretched as Troy stood up in the small boat, holding Myla up to the crewmen with his good arm.

the hell did you get yourself into, Troy?” said the captain as Troy climbed over the railing, accepting the help of the

was laid out on a stretcher, his golden eyes fixed on her face and his hands trembling slightly as he began to reach down to

tell the man to get back, but Cleo’s hand shot

a strange expression lining her face. She was fiercely protective

and watched as his expression began to twist with concern as Myla was

said, not meaning to say it

steely glare. “Ah,” he said, his voice lifted in a mocking, unfriendly lilt. “This must be Princess Maeve, the very reason

by the comment. “How dare you speak to

straight,” he snapped. “I do not care that you’re a princess. You’re a passenger on my ship. A fugitive, in fact, of Alpha Damian. I’m risking the lives of my crew by having

“I’ll leave then-”

the sharks on your

my throat as I righted myself, tilting my chin upward in

safety of my crew or even so much as speak out of turn I will,” he

shrugged; a sideways smile plastered

from this ship. Do you understand?” Keaton continued, his brow arched as he waited for

darlin’.” He leaned in, the tip

urge to take a step away from

of my hair off my shoulder before giving me a dramatic smile and turning away, pointing at

he marched toward the set of doors leading down to the lower levels of the ship. He turned suddenly on

who was leaning on

We need to talk.

disappeared below deck, the

shoulders. Troy noticed this and shook his

could use a rest, aye?” Robbie extended his hand to me, but I turned my head, crossing my arms over

a few words I’d like to say to him.. in private.” I glared at Robbie, catching Troy’s face in my peripheral. He had an odd, slightly smug smile on his face as he

and shrugged one shoulder. “Well, that’d be you, wouldn’t it,

Robbie. I’m the captain

second, then threw my head back in laughter. “What

command since him and Cap were boys. Troy is the captain of the Persephone

for a while, aren’t you?” Troy was grinning like an idiot. I

toward the sails, not making eye contact with Troy

he said, giving Troy a knowing look as he

my hands firmly planted on my hips as I looked around the room. Troy’s room. Robbie shrugged helplessly, his palms toward the ceiling as he slowly backed out of the

Was’na

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