Sould As The Alpha King's Breeder

Troy

The landscape was totally changed from the lush greenery and long beaches we had been following for roughly a month. The shallows of the pass gave way to deeper water, allowing us to travel at a quicker speed, the engines working double-time as we sped forward into the unknown with the compass pointing straight ahead

It was a week before Maeve’s birthday She had been moodier than usual as we neared it, knowing what it meant.

She would finally come into her powers She would feel that I was her mate

Or she wouldn’t do either.

And as I watched her pacing across the deck of Persephone, her hair pulled up in a heavy. tangled heap of a bun on top of her head, and I wondered if she even wanted to come into her powers. Not knowing whether or not she was cursed had kept her stable distracted Now there was no way to ignore the truth, whatever that may be

“This is it,” Keaton said, holding the compass out at arm’s length “It’s wanting us to go straight into that cove, to the west.”

“I see it.” I watched the horizon as the strange, sand covered plateau grew larger as we neared We hadn’t seen land in a week. Keaton tossed me the compass and left the upper deck, moving swiftly as he walked towards the doors leading to the lower levels of the boat. He would be telling Pete to continue west, no doubt. I felt my chest tighten as adrenaline prickled my fingertips

This was it. We’d have at least one moonstone. And that would be one less stone Damian would have at his disposal.

“I feel strange.” Maeve said as she appeared at my side, her face drawn with anxiety.

“It’s going to be okay. We don’t know what we’re going to find, but we’re the only ship out here. Maybe you should lie down for a while. Usually, she would fight me on this, but to my surprise she nodded, walking gingerly down the stairs with one arm cradling her swelling belly. I was shocked at how quickly her pregnancy was progressing. Her usually graceful movements had become strained and uneven. She was uncomfortable.

“We’re going to make this quick,” I said to myself under my breath, wanting nothing more than to turn this ship around to get her back to her parents. We only had a few months to make the journey to Winter Forest by ship before the ice began to form on the northern seas. We couldn’t miss that window.

A few days later, we made camp on the beach, the Persephone bobbing just off the shore. The water was deep here, the beach giving way to a steep drop-off instead of reefs.

There was nothing green as far as we could see. Everything was covered in coarse golden sand

a desert, we realized, as a group of us men shifted and spent an hour running a wide berth around the camp, climbing to the top of the plateau to gaze out over the ocean behind us, and the rolling sand dunes on the other side of the plateau. No buildings. No trees. None of us picked up the scent of other people or wolves. We were alone.

Back at camp, we regrouped. Maeve and Myla wanted to take the compass and find the tomb as soon as possible, but Keaton dismissed the notion. We had been aboard the Persephone for a month straight, and we were wobbly on our feet when we stepped out of the skiffs on the shore. We all needed rest. Those who could shift needed to run.

out the area before we attempted

I worried, constantly, about everything these days, but especially about what would happen when we found the stone. I opened the compass and watched the dial. There was nothing

Maeve

a pathway lined with what looked like cement pavers of some sort but were

ashen valley. We saw stone buildings in

an ancient one, a road that eventually led the three of us into

is this place?” I wheezed, my hands on my knees as I bent over to catch my

since the strange storm had rocked the Persephone and then abruptly dissipated over our heads. I was roughly four months pregnant now and feeling it. I was out of breath all the time as

behind when he decided to leave our beach camp and follow the compass west on foot. I refused, knowing that he would need me if he came upon

well, it wasn’t on the map,” Troy replied, stooping down to run his fingertips over one of the pavers. “It’s an archaeological site “Pete

Troy stood, brushing the dirt from

around. See those tools? And there– Pete pointed in the distance where the

abruptly end, dropping off

rising on my arms as I caught

found the stone-‘I began, but Troy turned away from me, stalking down the pathway until he reached the edge of

said, his voice

his side, looking down in shock as we tried to make sense of what

down at an easy decline and was littered with various excavation equipment. The site itself looked to be a city center of some kind, a square, with ornate columns

arm, holding it over the site and flipping it open with his thumb. Pete and I leaned into

closing the

began to follow Troy

me as we entered the square, looking around in

the columns with rafters holding sections from caving in. Most of the + tunnels were caved in, however, and we only had one

the dig site.

walked ahead of us, peering into the

it goes that far. It’s damp, I think there must be water on the other side. Do either of you have a light?” Pete glanced at us over his shoulder, his

was starting to rain now, the sky a deep gray over the top of our heads as Troy

tunnel and there was nothing? What if the entrance to Lycan’s tomb was buried under several feet of

with reassurance as I let