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.”

that is a fairy tale? A

looks to be. Whoever made it, well, they made it

is after.

know where the tomb is. He wanted the map. Romero had it, for some reason. That’s why Damian needed Romero, at least. paused, unsure of

she was shocked, her mouth

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spies.” And then I told her everything, how Ernest

and we would receive a huge sum

told me. She

story, huh?

tell you what he told me,” she

I promise I won’t tell him you

brief smile touching her lips. I felt a little sick at the sight; it was the first time I’d seen her

the key, Maeve. Do

her head, her brow knitted in a

we’re stuck then. That’s all I know.” I lied, deciding not to tell her about Romero’s desire for Maeve to produce an heir for my line that he would raise and use

said we were heading south for the Southern Pass,” she said, her voice wavering. “He said I can’t that

I asked, hoping she could see the sense

put us

would put your family at risk, most of all. It’s unlikely Damian will try anything;

mom, Troy.

**Your dad?”

and clever, but he’s not the man he was twenty years ago.

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.

you after

only concern is keeping you out of Damian’s hands. The Persephone sticks

parents will start a war over this,

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

for a moment, shoulder

Gemma in

there with her. She

voice cracking with emotion as she laughed and cried at

and Keaton are mates?” I asked, looking

woken up yet, though. She doesn’t know. That’s all she ever talked about. There was

That they’d find

in her voice. She looked down at her lap, tears falling down her cheeks.

you we couldn’t go looking for him. He… Ernest was my friend, Maeve. I really liked the guy. He trusted me like I’

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“I need time, Troy.”