Sould As The Alpha King's Breeder

Chapter 40: Tempest Tossed

Maeve

I cursed under my breath as another pan slid across the kitchen work table, slamming into the floor with an audible thud. I reached for it, thrown off balance as another wave violently rocked the ship.

Olly appeared, a large set of keys in one hand as he steadied himself on the doorframe. “No dinner tonight, Maeve. Throw some water on the fire while I lock up the cabinets.”

I moved to the water pump, gripping the sink as we rocked back and forth. I felt sick to my stomach by the motion but filled a large bucket with water nonetheless. I could hear Olly tossing random items in the cabinets, his keys jangling and scraping against the wood surfaces as he locked each one.

I opened the wood stove, leaning back as I tossed the bucket of water on the embers and closed the air filters, shutting the door to the oven tightly. “Is everything okay?” I asked, not bothering to mask my concerned expression.

“We’re fine, just a bit of rough weather.” His face betrayed his words, however. His brow was furrowed, his mouth pursed in a tight line.

“Have you been in many storms before?” I asked, my anxiety beginning to rise as the boat was tossed violently to the side once more. hissed, rubbing my hip where I had bumped into the side of the worktable.

“I have, but never this far out in open water. We usually find a port to wait out the storm but-Olly was cut off by a wave crashing into the circular window on the far wall of the kitchen.

“How big are these waves?!” I asked, panicked.

“Pretty damn big,” he said, his face going pale as he spoke. He was gripping the counter, watching the window in alarm. “You’d better head back to your cabin, Maeve. I need to go fetch Meran.”

I nodded, taking off the apron and hanging it on a hook near the doorway to the galley’s dining room. It was empty, all the chairs put away in the closets along the walls. The tables had been nailed to the floor, and now I knew why.

I climbed the stairs to the second floor, which housed the staterooms. I could hear the crew on the deck above my head, running along the floorboards as they fought the pitch of the waves.

“Batten down the hatches!” came a voice from above, followed by the sound of thunder. I winced, suddenly remembering the storm that had marked Troy’s first night in the castle. It felt like so long ago now. A lifetime ago.

I walked into the room I shared with Troy, the bed still unmade from our rushed and desperate coupling. An odd sensation gripped my chest as I shut the door behind me, sinking against the heavy wood of it as I closed my eyes and let the memory wash over me like the waves hitting the boat. I hoped he would come back again tonight, but that seemed unlikely given the circumstances.

Plus, I had sworn to hate him for all eternity. Having him in my bed would defeat the purpose of that, I supposed.

things, grabbing one of his shirts and a pair of loose-fitting thermal pants that were meant for much

the high seas?” i said to myself, looking around. The bed seemed like the safest place to be. I could be tossed around on the mattress by the waves and not bruise myself

up to my chest as ! laid back

fighting with the storm. Had I heard Troy’s voice yelling commands? Was that Pete’s

thought of Myla, tucked up in Keaton’s quarters, wondering what she was doing right at this moment. I thought of Cleo, who was probably panicking, in the

legs didn’t move.

me, waking two or three times to the sound of thunder. I didn’t realize I was clinging to the

through my nose, trying to calm myself the

Chapter 40: Tempest Tossed

to three, I thought, holding my breath. One.

ringing, and I had nearly bitten through

the sound of the sea hammering against the ship. He threw the quilt from the bed, pulling me into his chest as the room abruptly pitched to the side again, sending anything that wasn’t nailed to the floor flying through the

clutching his shoulders as the ship pitched violently to the other

my waist and getting me to my feet. The door to the room was open, swinging and slamming into the wall as the boat continued to be rocked by waves. I felt bile rising in my throat as we were thrown

sound cutting through the violent scraping of

we beat the

it! I was wrong,” A crashing sound from above us drowned out his voice. Screams of terror tore through the air as Troy pulled me into the hallway where water was now rushing

as I looked up through the open doors into the storm. The sky was blackened,

on my arm so tight, I could feel my skin bruising beneath his

by the heavy sheets of rain pounding the deck as we emerged from

in front of me. The skiffs. They were usually tied to the side of the boat, held in place by long cables so they could be hosted

sliding across the width of the ship right in front of us where it burst through the railing on the opposite side,

and all. I barely noticed the rope being tied around my waist until Troy tugged on it, hard, and then took me in his arms,

my ears more intensely as Troy began to move us forward through the ankle-deep water on the deck. I tried to wipe the water from my

along the deck. Another skiff was smacking against the side of the ship with each wave. He looked back

“Get on the skiff!”

you!” i dug my fingernails into

the ship, turning the entire