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?”

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

“Please, can we talk about something

a little jealous-” Myla

not!” Pete was blushing. And I had the opportunity to, you know, do what

Troy laughed, crossing his arms

here is saving himself for his mate.” Myla

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

from behind us. We 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 old. She

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.

valley through a thicket of trees. Stepping out of the trees, we stopped, all of

setting sun.

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

beneath my breath, inadvertently taking Troy’s hand as we passed beneath several rows of paper lanterns that were strung through the trees. It was beautiful,

down at me,

I’m just losing my mind,” I murmured, feeling

Keaton were here to see this!” Myla exclaimed, looking up at the

Troy called out, “Have you been able to mind-link with him

tried but I couldn’t get

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

think these people are going

his eyes

us out onto a wide dock. Flowerpots lined the dock, and sprays of flowers I couldn’t

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

of the two men sitting on the cushions. The older man must

sit with us!” Una said, excitement evident behind her eyes. We sat around the table, as did the young girl, who elbowed her brother before

said, her eyes wide, and a look of sheer longing on

Troy whispered, leaning his head

gush over Una’s brood. “Myla will have

it. 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 him in public. He hadn’t meant

making us act, and

eyes, my heart quickening as he knitted his fingers in

creasing with what

were lost, hanging on the

love you, I thought, unable

I had ever tasted were brought out over the course

me closely, a look of mingled

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