Sould As The Alpha King's Breeder

Sold As The Alpha King’s Breeder Chapter 271

Chapter 51: Dream Dancer

Troy

I burst through the door, not caring that several unfamiliar people were crowded at the entrance of the stuffy, windowless room in Alpha Una’s palace. The door slammed into at least three of those people, who scowled and murmured words of disdain as I pushed through the crowd, shoving carelessly at the bodies who refused to make way. Maeve was seated on a bench against the wall, beads of sweat rolling down her temples as she cradled her arms against her stomach. “What’s wrong with her? Why are all of these people here?” I said hastily, nearly knocking a man who was refusing to move out of my way to the ground as I fell to my knees in front of Maeve, taking one of her hands in my own. “Hey.” I said softly, reaching up to tuck a lock of hair behind her ear. Her skin was hot to the touch. Feverish. “Get away from her!” Someone grabbed me by the shoulder, attempting to pull me backwards. I turned, rising just enough to sock the man in the jaw with an audible crack. He swung blindly, missing Maeve’s head by mere inches as his fist grazed the stone wall behind her. I got to my feet in an instant, punching him in the stomach, then chest, dodging his blows as I leapt up, wrapping my arm around his neck, dragging him down onto his knees. People were screaming, the crowd trying to funnel through the door I had left splintered and hanging off its hinges. “Let him go. Troy!” Una was at my side, a small, ancient woman standing behind her. I relaxed the muscles in my arm but didn’t release the man, who was struggling to free himself, his fingernails digging into my forearm. Una watched me, seeing the fury burning behind my eyes. It was the middle of the night. I had been woken up by Myla, who had been pounding at the door to the White Queen’s suite as though the entire city were bursting into flames. She tried to explain what happened between sobs, her legs bloodied, and feet bare on the stone floor as she shook with emotion But I didn’t understand. Not a bit. And now, Maeve was sitting like she was in a trance, her eyes wide and her body rocking back and forth on the bench, shaking with fever. The man I had in a chokehold finally relaxed, his body going limp. I let him drop to the ground, his eyes fluttering as he groaned, rolling over onto his side.  & “What the f*ck did you do to her?” I hissed, stepping over the man and squaring up to Una, who stood her ground.

needed to mend your ship. Your captain will know you are safe “Safe? Look at her, Unal What in Goddess’s name did you do to her during There is much to explain,” Una said hastily, reaching back to usher the tiny old woman forward. The woman looked up at me, unseeing, her eyes cloudy with cataracts. Sweetawaz.com & NovelJar.com “Don’t touch her ground out putting myself between Maeve and the old woman Novelt.com & Inrobagh.com “Troy.” Una breathed, stepping forward and gripping my arm, “Listen to me”You tell me everything, from the beginning,” i bit out. I could hear Myla crying, the sound muffled to a nearly silent sniffling behind my back. Whatever had happened had scared Myla to death and left Maeve in a stupor, I barely noticed the other people left in the room until Robbie shifted his weight, handing something to Pete, who was now rolling something small in the palm of his hand. Tasia was standing next to the bench, her hand on Maeve’s shoulder, her eyes closed and moving as though she were dreaming. “I will. As soon as Maeve is well. Una looked at me, desperation flashing behind her eyes. I held her gaze as the old woman side-stepped around me, her hand outstretched as she felt her way towards Maeve, then sat beside her, reaching into a small purse hanging around her waist and pulling out a muslin packet of strong-smelling herbs. “Wolfsbane?” Myla asked, looking from the old woman to me, her eyes watery with tears. “It’ll kill her” “No, it won’t,” Una said sternly, squeezing my arm to draw my attention back to her. “Who are you people?” I asked, remembering the Wolfsbane laced smoke that had forced Robble and I to shift back to our human forms against our will. “You’re familiar with the legend of Lycaon, I hope? I hear it is told to children as a bedtime story in some packs.” I stared at her, the map of Lycaon’s tomb hurtling into view behind my eyes

asked, turning out of my embrace to look at Una, who nodded. “The North. The cradle of our kind. Winter Forest, the home of the White Queens.” Myla looked up at me, her brow knitted in a confused, uncomfortable expression. She looked as though she were trying to mind-link with me. Trying in vain. “Lycaon had followers. He had a family of his own. They attempted to cross the great mountains that separated the North from what we now call Valoria, but the mountains swallowed his people whole. They were struggling to cross. Morrighan was coming for him, coming for the stone he had stolen, so he left his people behind, taking only a few of his followers with him as he continued his flight. One of those followers was a woman named Diana,” it was Tasia

open, her mouth slightly ajar as she took a breath. “I saw two wolves, two white wolves. I could feel I sensed one was Maeve. She was Myla stuttered. “I was becoming the White Queen.” “Before her time. Rosalie is supposed to maintain

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