Sould As The Alpha King's Breeder

Chapter 46: Granddaughter of Willa

Maeve

“They should’ve been back hours ago.” i exclaimed, turning towards Myla, who was equally as concerned.

“They’re probably fine, Maeve,” Keaton said, but his eyes and posture betrayed him. He was getting nervous too, especially now that the sun was beginning to rise over the water.

“I’m going to go find them. They can’t have gone far,” I said with conviction, raising my hand to cut him off as he opened his mouth to argue.

“I’m going to-“Myla began, but Keaton rounded on her.

“No, neither of you are going anywhere,” he said firmly.

Cleo was watching the exchange nervously, wringing her hands.

“I’m going!” I said again, just as barking sounded from the jungle behind us.

I spun around as the dog, otherwise known as Duck, came sprinting onto the beach, his ears flat against his head and his body trembling with fatigue.

“Goddess!” Myla cried as Duck nearly slammed into us, laying down on his side.

“I’ll go get him some water,” Cleo said hurriedly as she turned and quickly walked away.

I knelt beside Duck, stroking his back.

“What’s wrong?’

“Danger,’ he said, closing his eyes as he panted, his tongue lolling in the sand.

“Where?

*Follow,

“Rest now,’ I said to him, continuing to stroke his fur. I looked over my shoulder in the direction he had come, a chill running up my spine as the jungle seemed to whisper menacingly in the breeze.

“Did he talk to you?” Myla asked, her eyes full of worry.

I nodded, looking up at Keaton. “He said ‘danger.’ He’s exhausted. Something happened out there.”

* Aye, I can see that.” Keaton crossed his arms over his chest, looking from Duck to the Persephone. And then, he looked at Myla.

“I can’t leave the ship with Robbie and Troy gone. I just can’t-”

“I know, I understand why.” Myla said softly, a knowing smile touching her lips.

“The crew, Myla—”

fine. I promise you.” She rose to her feett, stepping forward and kissing him hard enough for a blush to rise to my own cheeks. I looked away,

water and had to hold him back by the scruff of his neck to stop him from drinking it all in one go. She offered him some food, and he ate it,

back

he wakes up.” I said to Myla, who nodded

she said, bending down to pet Duck on the

his skin. He was absolutely sick over the fact that Myla was leaving on a quest to find Troy and Robbie,

hadn’t abandoned his ship or his crew when the storm hit. He wasn’t about to, now.

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and looking down the beach towards the group of men seated around

sleeve as he

with him?”

Maeve and Myla into the

wondering where they were,” he began, then righted himself, straightening his shoulders as he nodded at Keaton,

“We need to get at

nodded, looking at me and Myla before running back over to where the crew was

away, their heads bent in inaudible

sat next to Duck, stroking him gently as he slept. I walked up the beach towards my tent, my stomach turning over and bile rising in my throat. I quickened my pace, passing the tent and walking a few paces into the jungle, leaning on a tree

whispered, pressing my forehead against the tree, “Please, I can’t lose him

Pete were sprinting through the trees, jumping gracefully over the massive roots that lined the jungle floor as they raced after Duck. I was gripping Myla’s fur for dear life, ducking under the vines and branches lest I accidentally clothesline myself and get

was still high in the sky as we continued deeper into the jungle, my ears popping as we

was sniffing frantically, his nose leading him around a large rock face

Pete. They knew to follow Duck, however, and I trusted their

through the brush, the landscape changing from dense jungle to a wide, open valley of low brush

around in awe as we continued on. I was not expecting this. We were past the jungle now. We

about an hour later. He looked around nervously, then began to whine. Myla and Pete looked at each other, then sniffed the air, whining to alert me to some smell they were picking up on that was new, and possibly shouldn’t

her back. I gasped, the wind knocked out of my lungs as I

filled the air around me as I sat up, reaching to rub the tender

us, holding a variety of spears and long knives. They charged, driving Myla and

didn’t. I got to my knees, then rose to my

and to my surprise, they did. They were all oddly dressed and wore masks that varied in shape and color. A murmur passed around the group, and then someone pushed through, a woman, her face hidden behind a mask made entirely

to me, reaching out and touching three of her fingers to my forehead, then took them away, tightening her

low, bending at the knees until she touched the ground. The group

her voice carrying a strange lilt to it

murmur passed through the

tilted from side to side as though sizing me up.

she asked, and I

“Where are they?”

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will take you