Sould As The Alpha King's Breeder

Maeve

Damian was not what I was expecting. He was an older man, tall and lean. He was probably not much older than my own father, but was significantly gray, his eyes framed by wire-rimmed

glasses. He looked more like a kind old schoolteacher than the super-villain of my nightmares, but based on Troy’s body language I realized there was much more to the man than I could gather based on a single glance.

Damian was standing, rocking on heels, and watching us. Pete was lying on the ground nearby. unconscious, and another unfamiliar man of a size that rivaled Robbie was leaning against one of the dead trees, his arms crossed over his chest.

“What are we waiting for?” Damian said in a casual, almost friendly voice.

Troy didn’t move; he was still as a statue, his focus on Damian.

“How are you here?” Troy finally said, his voice edged with fury and confusion. Damian arched his brow, giving Troy an incredulous look.

“I made some new friends,” Damian smiled, shrugging as he took a single step forward, craning his neck to look around Troy to catch a glimpse of me. “Ah, would you look at that? The rumors are true She does look like Ethan.”

“We‘re leaving,”

“And going where exactly, Troy? I owe you; you know. When I first got word about the level of your intimacy with the princess, well, I thought it would cause me nothing but grief. But you’re here now, with her. This will all be over quite soon, and you can have your prize-”

“Prize?” I asked, looking up at Troy.

His shoulders fell a fraction of an inch, but he still stared straight forward, his eye on Damian, unblinking

I knew the original plan and the fact Troy was going to be paid handsomely for breaking Romero out of the castle, but that wasn’t what Damian had been planning all along. Troy was tricked. Surely, Damian didn’t mean to pay him still, if he had been planning to do so at all.

“I did promise you didn’t l?” Damian took another step forward.

“Promise him what?” I snapped, attempting to step out from behind Troy.

Troy blocked me, pulling me back behind him. But Damian had seen me fully, and his eyes widened, then his mouth curled into a malicious smile.

“Well done, Troy.”

“Don’t speak to me, or to her. Leave, now!”

I’d never heard Troy speak in such a tone before, his voice carrying through the clearing in a crisp. commanding way

“I was going to make you my heir, you know. You, the rightful prince-but wait, Romero is dead, isn’t he Troy? My man Horace saw to that, for you.”

“What is he trying to say, Troy?” I whispered into his back.

“Why don’t you tell her for yourself, Troy? Who you really are?”

“I suspect she already knows.” Troy answered, his tone biting.

I had no idea what he meant, honestly. He was Madalynn’s child; I knew that much. He mentioned his father’s name had been Behar. And his grandfather was

“You’re a prince,” I said quietly, the pieces falling into place. I didn’t know why the thought hadn’t crossed my mind before.

“More than that,” Damian folded his hands behind his back and paced, meeting my eye. “He’s the hereditary Alpha of Poldesse.”

I bit my lip to prevent myself from saying my thoughts aloud. Surely, Troy wasn’t planning on acting on that

“It can be all yours, Troy. The Kingdom of the Isles. Valoria is weak, ready for your hand to rule. I paved the way for the dynasty your grandfather always wanted. All you have to do is give me the girl.”

“No,” Troy said firmly without hesitation.

was your mother’s

“I didn’t know her,”

had she

not allow you to lay a hand

I just need her blood. You can have

forward, knocking Damian flat on his back. But before I could act, the large man, Damian’s crony, had his arm

his feet, gracefully brushing the dirt from his knees.

would’ve given this man a piece of her mind, maybe even socked him straight in

was a little

run!” Troy bellowed, just as the large man threw him to the

heel and started back toward the tunnel but tripped over Pete, who was still sprawled out on the ground. I caught myself on one of the beams holding up the entrance

in my hair as he yanked me off the beam and dragged me

off of me!” I screeched, reaching up and pinching his

thrashed and squirmed against his hold on my hair until I

been cursing and trying to twist out

was furious, his lips pulled back over his teeth. “If you shift, Troy, I’ll kill her right now, right in front of you.” Damian produced a knife from his pocket, testing the sharpness of the blade on the sleeve of

trying

be okay,” Troy

hair again, making me wince.

her powers, do you, Troy? Spawn of a White Queen,” Damian pulled

hasn’t come into power yet!” Troy

my gaze on him, trying not to cry. Had it just been

the babies to consider. Damian needed me, and if I cooperated, I could likely secure Troy’s safety as

know how to open the tomb?” I exhaled, turning to look Damian square in

by my sudden submission, but seemed pleased, loosening his grip on my

you‘re not going to like

said, my voice

tightly as he let go of my hair completely and positioned himself between me and Troy, blocking Troy’s view of my face. I swallowed the fear that tightened my throat and waited for

Princess A dead White Queen must

all of the courage I had to speak with my voice

brow, giving me

door for you. I will show you how to access the moonstone’s power. But I want something in

as he contemplated his response. “What makes

didn’t call my bluff. I didn’t know what to do with the moonstones once I had them. Una

for a moment, then turned his head to look down at Troy. Shrugging, he handed me the knife, taking a step away from me lest i lunged at

it, especially as I examined the knife’s weight and feel in my hands. I could throw it at him, aiming for his neck, killing him

the same man who had his

Princess,” Damian said calmly, tilting his head as he watched me while I lifted my hand up, bringing the tip of the

was grinning broadly, his eyes

from my hand as I stole a

it, Maeve,” Troy

of Lycaon’s tomb, my breath catching in my throat as the air seemed to still around me, as though it was holding its own breath as

What next?

placed it

palm and up to the tips of my fingers. It was uncomfortable, but I

excitement as the door began to give way,

and moving me out of harm’s way as the door splintered and fell away in large

the hill, carved into the stone. Damian was already inside of it, looking around, his face twisted in

the first

to get Pete and

the moonstone, Troy. Do you not remember what happened in Dianny?” I

can’t use it without you,” Troy protested,