Sould As The Alpha King's Breeder

Sold As The Alpha King’s Breeder Chapter 269

Chapter 49: The Sacred

Maeve

Troy and I walked through the building, surprised by the amount of noise coming from the corridors as we headed down the many, many stairs to the lower-level courtyard.

The buildings are where everyone lives, stacked on top of each other,” Troy said, smiling as a little girl ran past us, chasing after what must have been her older sister.

*This place is ancient, Troy. How old do you think this place is?”

Troy exhaled, looking around as we walked towards the courtyard, reaching up to run his hand along the wall.

“A thousand years, maybe more?”

“More?” I sucked in my breath, unable to process it.

“Well, how many White Queens have there been over time? Count back and that’s likely as old as this place, and even Winter Forest, should

be.”

“Mom said Winter Forest wasn’t the original settlement of the White Queens. There’s a ruin on an island across from the inlet. That’s where the pack used to live, but everyone believes it was taken over by the water hundreds of years ago.”

“See? This is very, very old stuff.”

I nodded, swallowing against the anxiety tightening my chest and throat. This was an old place. A strange place. And I had the oddest “out of body feeling as we walked the halls. We finally turned the corner and passed through the archway leading to the courtyard, stopping short of the entrance as Duck came bounding towards us, followed by Myla and Pete.

“Where’s Robbie?” Troy asked, furrowing his brow.

“He’s out chasin’ tail,Myla said with a laugh. Pete blushed deeply, lowering his gaze to his feet.

“Still?” Troy snorted, shaking his head.

“So, you saw him? And he was alright?” I asked hurriedly. Myla nodded her head, wiggling her eyebrows at me and Troy.

“Oh, he’s more than alright, I’ll say that much. He told me all about it,” Myla said.

“Why?” Troy asked, looking from Myla to Pete, who was looking more and more uncomfortable with the conversation.

“Why not?” Myla said with a soft chuckle, “What else were we supposed to do while we were waiting for you guys to come down? What were you up to, anyway?”

stifled a blush. Myla arched her brow, puffing out her cheeks as she tried not

Pete said, annoyed, “Please, can

a little jealous-”

And I had the opportunity to, you

it?” Troy laughed, crossing

saving himself

you, Pete.” I said, smiling at Pete, who gave

her eyes wide with nerves as she spoke. She was young, very young, likely no more than ten or eleven years old. She turned on her heel, and the group of us followed her through the corridor and out into the square, but

were swimming in the slowly moving, shallow water. It looked like a refreshing activity in this unforgiving heat. I made a

trees. Stepping out of the trees, we stopped, all of us looking out over a massive, turquoise colored lake that was sparkling in the light

setting sun.

were several buildings made of the same red stone as the towers at the city’s entrance. Music was wafting up from the lake, and voices lifted in gaiety and laughter rang out as we walked along the path, nearing the

the trees. It was beautiful, and quite

my throat. Troy looked down at me, squeezing my hand. “What’s

losing my mind,” I murmured, feeling a little hot. What was wrong with

were here to see this!” Myla exclaimed, looking

Myla!” Troy called out, “Have you been able to mind-link with

lips, shaking her head, “No, I tried but I couldn’t

his head, sighing deeply. He bent his head close to mine as we walked, “Something

replied. “But I don’t think these people are going to

but his eyes were still hyper focused on the

dock, and sprays

had been laid out around a huge, circular table that was low to the ground, and Una was

stiffened suddenly, then relaxed, nodding to one of the two men sitting on the cushions. The older man must

excitement evident behind her eyes. We sat around the table, as did the young girl, who elbowed her brother before taking a seat next

her eyes wide, and a

leaning his head close to

watching Myla gush over Una’s brood. “Myla will have ten children, I’d bet my life on

it. I looked at him, seeing the confusion flash behind his eyes,

that is making us

his eyes, my heart quickening as he knitted his fingers in

what

but the words were lost, hanging on the tip of my

thought, unable

were brought out over the course of three

who was watching me closely, a look of mingled hope, and maybe even fear, etched across

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