Sould As The Alpha King's Breeder

Chapter 36: Everything in This Room is Mine

Troy

“I thought you never wanted to talk to me again, ever,” I said as I closed the door to my room behind me, leaning against it.

Maeve had followed me all the way back after calling up to me in the crow’s nest. Reluctantly, I’d come down to see what she wanted.

It was a relief to be here, on the Persephone, standing in my room. It would have been even better if the woman on my bed was willing, maybe even naked, not giving me the look Maeve had in her eyes.

“I changed my mind, for now.”

“I see,” I said as I crossed the room, pulling the chair from the desk and sitting in it backward, my legs on either side of it, and my chin resting on its back. “I’m sleeping in here tonight, just so you know.”

“No, you’re not.” Maeve said with conviction, jutting her chin.

“Well, it’s my room. Always has been. You can sleep here, with me, or go bunk with the boys three stories down.”

She glared, crossing her legs. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, wearing one of Young Pete’s poet shirts. It was way too large, but the look suited her somehow, especially in a pair of Young Pete’s trousers that fit very well.

I cleared my throat, waiting for her to begin. I knew that it was supposed to be a serious conversation, but I was in a light mood. I was happy to be home.

And even though she hated me, I was happy Maeve was here with me, too.

“Why does Damian want me?” she asked point-blank.

I shook my head, unsure of how or where to begin. I reached into the pocket of my shirt and pulled out the map Romero had given me, the only thing I had managed to bring with me from the castle, and held it out to her.

“Toss it to me,” she said.

“It’s fragile, come get it.”

Her eyes narrowed into silts as she stood, walking gingerly toward me. I could’ve given it to her, of course, but I enjoyed the view of her body in the tight pants she was wearing too much to let the opportunity pass me by.

We had all given Pete shit for it, of course. He was a gangly young man, and Maeve filled out those trousers better than he ever would

“What is it?” she asked, looking down at the ragged, coarse paper as she sat back down.

“It’s what Damian was after. You were only a piece of the puzzle.”

“What do I have to do with. I don’t know what this says?”

“It’s in another language… an ancient language. It’s a map to Lycaon’s Tomb.”

“Lycaon? From the legend?”

I nodded, watching her face as she looked over the map, her brow arched as she tried to make sense of it.

the Moon Goddess’s

“Yeah, that’s the guy.”

a fairy tale?

so too, but this map… it’s authentic. At least, it looks to be. Whoever made it, well, they made it a long

is after. Wouldn’t

some reason. That’s why Damian needed Romero, at least. paused, unsure of how to

she was

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of Damian’s spies.” And then I told her everything, how Ernest and Gemma came

isles, and we would receive a huge sum of money for it. But I was deceived, Maeve, tricked into believing that was all.

She paused,

whole story, huh? Yeah, I knew

I wouldn’t tell you

won’t tell him you told me; how

a little sick at the sight; it was the first time I’d

about you being the key, Maeve.

brow

to produce an heir for my

south for the Southern Pass,” she said, her

asked, hoping she could see the sense in the

would put us at

most of all. It’s unlikely Damian will try anything; he won’t invade Winter

not worried about my mom,

**Your dad?”

and clever, but he’s not the man he was twenty years ago. Age changes people. I just… | understand why I can’t write. Keaton said it’s better if everyone

She didn’t move away when I sat down next to her, taking the map from her hands and laying it beside her on the bed. “I

trust you after everything that

The Persephone sticks out; it’s known in the

will start a

what Damian wants, I think. There’s nothing we can do

silence for

Gemma in the utility closet?” she asked,

I was in there with her.

sure she was,” she said, her voice cracking with emotion as she laughed and cried at the

are mates?” I asked, looking over

That’s all she ever talked about. There

That they’d find each

down at her lap, tears falling down her cheeks. “His vision came true. He lost his

know. That’s why I told you we couldn’t go looking for him. He… Ernest was my friend, Maeve. I really liked the

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36: Everything in This Room is

“I need time, Troy.”