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?”

cleared his throat, and I stifled a blush. Myla arched her brow, puffing out her

Pete said, annoyed, “Please, can we

little

blushing. And I had the opportunity to,

take it?” Troy laughed,

is saving himself

Myla. I think that’s very gallant of you, Pete.” I said, smiling at Pete, who gave me a

turned around, finding a young girl standing still as a rod in the archway, her eyes wide with nerves as she spoke. She was young, very young, likely no more than ten or eleven years

across one of the narrow bridges rising up over the river. People were swimming in the slowly moving, shallow water. It looked like a refreshing activity in this unforgiving heat. I made a mental note to do the same before leaving this strange

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

setting sun.

stone as the towers at the city’s entrance. Music was wafting up

Troy’s hand as we passed beneath several rows of paper lanterns that were strung through the trees. It was beautiful, and quite romantic, and I

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

my mind,” I murmured, feeling

were here to see this!” Myla exclaimed, looking up at the sea of paper lanterns above our

out, “Have you been

shaking her head, “No, I tried but I couldn’t get through. Do

his head close to mine as we walked,

“But I don’t think these people

eyes were

lined the dock, and sprays of flowers I couldn’t

circular table that was low to the ground, and Una was sitting there, waiting for

sitting on the cushions. The older man must have been Ismir, Una’s husband.

girl, who elbowed her brother before taking a seat next to him. “This is my family,” Una said, beaming with delight, “My mate,

eyes wide, and a look of sheer

leaning his head

gush over Una’s brood. “Myla will have ten children,

I looked at him, seeing the confusion flash behind his eyes, his tanned face blushing deeply the same way mine had when I imagined ravaging

this place that is making us act,

my heart quickening as he knitted his fingers in mine underneath

his eyes creasing with what I can

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

I thought, unable

ever tasted were brought out over the course of three hours. Hot, spiced tea was poured in a constant

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

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