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.

in the opposite direction of where we had dined the night before. The sun

as we began to gain in elevation, the

place? I thought we would’ve found it by now,” I replied, looking up at the mountain that seemed close enough to reach up and touch its

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

* You still can,”

she was wearing. Just not in these shoes!” We continued up the trail, Myla carrying the sandals

a hill, looking over a field of large, uneven boulders. The trail disappeared into the field,

Myla

out over the rocks, creating a course of

hopping my way across. It was fun, a physical challenge, especially in the

trail, the sun setting behind us. We crested another hill and finally

hell – Myla said, pausing

was right,” I

is creepy. One of us

laughed, wiping tears of mirth from our eyes

the women who were chatting amiably as though the eeriness of

said excitedly, hugging us both in greeting, “I

few things

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 open

around, seeing Una standing alone on the other side of the circle, her eyes fixating on my own as

groups as she leaned in to speak to the other women. Everyone started to move

the soft grass as we

watching as Una walked

woman, the same as us,” she began, her voice

the group,

for them with her strength. Her hands tended to the land they called their 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

in unison. Myla and I looked at

getting sacrificed,” she whispered, “me,

“Probably both of us,”

was cut off by a sudden movement within the group, several women stepping forward, their bodies twirling in a practiced dance. The sun was nearly set, the sky beginning to glisten with stars as the first sign of the moon crested over the peak of the mountain we were

and out of the spaces between the stones. I tried to swallow, but my mouth had gone

greatest gift, a selfless

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