Sould As The Alpha King's Breeder

Sold As The Alpha King’s Breeder Chapter 270

Chapter 50: In the Center of the Stones

Maeve

The next day passed in a blur of activity. The city was buzzing, practically electric as Myla and I moved through the market square, the note from Una inviting us to a private, women only ceremony to invoke the full moon was scrunched in my fist as we pushed through the crowd.

“Did you feel, I don’t know, strange? Last night?” I asked Myla as we walked towards the river.

“Um, no. I guess not. I was missing Keaton, though. Why?”

*-It’s nothing,” i murmured, biting the inside of my lip.

“Well, do you feel strange, Maeve?” Myla asked.

“Yeah, actually. There’s something about this place that feels off to me. It doesn’t feel real? If that makes sense.”

Myla nodded soberly, lowering her gaze as we crossed over the narrow bridge, “I do understand that feeling. This place is too good to be true, I think. I don’t want to leave.”

“Neither do 1,” I breathed, admitting the fact lifting some tension from my shoulders.

Troy and I had left the lake before the rest of the group, barely making it back to the apartment without tearing off each other’s clothes. Once inside, he had pushed me up against the door, pulling the dress over my head and holding me there at arm’s length, looking at me as though for the first time.

The sex had been desperate, passionate, so unlike the awkward fumbling lesson in the art of passion like it had been on the ship. He had pushed me to the edge several times, leaving me begging, practically pleading with him as he covered my body with his lips.

I would have done anything he asked. I would have said anything he wanted. I had surrendered to him wholly for the first time, and I knew nothing would be the same after that.

And as I laid back on the bed, listening to his rhythmic breathing as he slept, I counted the dancing white wolves on the ceiling. Nineteen. Twenty. Twenty-one…

“What do you think this ceremony is going to be like?” Myla asked, bringing me back down to reality.

“Troy said they’re probably going to sacrifice one of us.” *

Myla sputtered with laughter shaking her head, “Goddess, Maeve. I hope it’s you. My hair hasn’t looked this good in years! What a waste that would be.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. Myla’s teasing, somewhat abrasive, sense of humor was a compliment to my own. She was not a serious person. I wondered how she got on with Keaton, who seemed to be fixed, and dependent, on his serious, dry nature.

night before. The sun was close

gain in elevation, the

it by now,” I replied, looking up at the mountain that seemed close enough to reach

dunno, but if I had known we would be doing this, I would have just shifted and

* You still can,”

my feet. Just – She reached down, taking off the platform sandals she was wearing. Just not

field of large, uneven

kidding me!” Myla exclaimed, looking over at me for

out over the rocks, creating a course of

physical challenge, especially in the ankle

sun setting behind us. We crested another hill and finally looked down at the small congregation of women, arranged

– Myla said, pausing at

I said, arching

creepy. One of us is definitely getting

other and laughed, wiping tears of

were chatting amiably as though the eeriness of the

excitedly, hugging us both in greeting, “I was worried Mom was too vague

left a few things out,” Myla

place?” I asked, touching one of the stones. A jolt of electricity ran through my fingertips, and I pulled them away, clenching my hand into a fist as my ears began to ring. Tasia was watching me, her mouth slightly

on the other side of the circle, her eyes fixating on my

groups as she leaned in to speak to the other women. Everyone started to move around, forming a

the soft grass as we looked

my head, watching as Una walked into the circle and turned around to face

she was only a woman, the same as us,” she began, her voice cutting

spread through the group, the women nodding in

home. Her voice comforted the sick, the dying, the mothers in childbirth as they brought forth life into the world. And so, she was blessed, given special powers by the earth beneath her

group said in unison. Myla and

she

“Probably both of us,”

in a practiced dance. The sun was nearly set,

entered the circle, dancing in the silence, weaving in and out of the spaces between the stones. I tried to swallow, but my mouth had

people with the greatest gift, a selfless gift.

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