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.

The sun was close to setting, the sky a soft, navy blue as we continued

in elevation,

looking up at the

we would be doing this, I would have just shifted and had you

* You still can,”

on my feet. Just – She reached down, taking off the platform sandals she was wearing. Just not in these shoes!” We continued up the trail, Myla carrying

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

kidding me!” Myla

shrugged, looking out over the rocks, creating a course of action in my

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

across and back on the trail, the sun setting behind us. We crested another hill and finally looked down at the small congregation of women, arranged in small groups near the center of a circle of standing

the hell – Myla said,

was right,” I said, arching

creepy. One of us

and laughed, wiping tears of mirth from our eyes

over the women who were chatting amiably as though the eeriness of the place

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

a few things out,” Myla said, looking

my

of the circle, her eyes fixating

through the groups as she leaned in to speak

the soft grass as we looked around, eventually looking at

as Una walked into the circle and turned around to face the group, her body at the

same as us,” she began, her voice cutting through the stillness, “but only isn’t a

through the group, the women nodding

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 feet and the wind that blew across the land. A gift by ancient, all knowing and unidentifiable gods, making

said in unison. Myla and I looked

she whispered,

“Probably both of us,”

practiced dance. The sun was nearly set, the sky beginning to glisten with stars as the first sign of the moon crested over

in and out of the spaces between the

people with the greatest gift, a selfless

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