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?”

blush. Myla arched her

can we

is a little jealous-” Myla

had the opportunity to, you know, do

it?” Troy laughed, crossing his arms over

here is saving himself for his mate.” Myla

him alone, Myla. I think that’s very gallant of you, Pete.” I said,

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

shallow water. It looked like a refreshing activity

a narrow gravel pathway leading downhill into another shallow valley through a thicket of trees. Stepping out of the trees, we

setting sun.

wafting up from the lake, and voices lifted in gaiety and

several rows of paper lanterns that were strung through the trees. It was beautiful, and quite romantic, and I felt a sudden

blushed deeply, clearing my throat. Troy looked down at me, squeezing

I’m just losing my mind,” I murmured, feeling a little hot. What was

here to see this!” Myla exclaimed,

been able to

but I couldn’t get

He bent his head close to mine as we walked, “Something is weird about this place. Do you feel

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

he said firmly, but his eyes were still hyper focused on the area

dock. Flowerpots lined the dock, and sprays of

laid out around a huge, circular table that was low to the

cushions. The older man must

sat around the table, as did the young girl, who elbowed her brother before taking a seat next to him. “This is my family,” Una said, beaming with delight, “My

eight children?” Myla said, her eyes wide, and a look of sheer longing

leaning his head close

brood. “Myla will have

Troy asked, his voice low and filled with yearning. I hadn’t expected it. I looked at him, seeing the confusion flash behind

is making us act, and think, the way

quickening as he knitted his fingers in mine underneath the table,

with what I can

opened my mouth to say something, but the words were lost, hanging on the tip of my tongue, just

thought,

the most delicious food I had ever tasted were brought out over the course of three hours. Hot, spiced tea was poured in a constant stream despite the

met Una’s, who was watching me closely, a look of mingled hope, and maybe even

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