Sould As The Alpha King's Breeder

The Moonstone.

Chapter 72: When a White Queen Dies Maeve

I didn’t even fight as Rex dragged me away from the tomb. I was limp in his arms, my strength spent, every cell in my body bursting with pure, unadulterated grief.

I felt empty.

I didn’t notice how the landscape changed as Rex carried me over a rocky hill and down into a small, sheltered cove. I didn’t notice when my hands were tied behind my back around a tree and I was left on the shore, facing the water.

Troy was trapped inside the tomb we had spent months trying to find

And something had happened to my mother.

I could feel it in my bones as I looked out over the water, a great transformation taking place within me minute after minute, the image of the two wolves I had seen in the circle of stones flowing in and out of my mind.

“Not yet. I’m not ready to lose them,” I whispered as I sat on the beach, waiting for whatever came next.

Damian’s cruiser was rocking on the water in the distance. It was a large, modern boat, its white frame glimmering in the sunset as I sat on the beach just outside of a large canvas tent at Damian’s beach camp.

I counted nine people in total, including Damian. I had been watching the cruiser for several hours and hadn’t seen a single person moving across the deck.

Nine people, that was it. That was all that was between me and getting back the Persephone for help freeing Troy from the tomb and doing whatever it took to get back to Winter Forest as quickly as possible. If I could get free….

I wondered how quickly I could get there if I stole Damian’s boat.

A laugh rang out somewhere behind me, and I winced, turning my head only slightly toward the noise. That’s when saw her, and my skin prickled with heat.

“Opaline?” I said, as though to myself.

She was within earshot, however, and looked right at me as she walked along the beach, her icy blonde hair trailing behind her.

She bowed dramatically, then laughed again as she rose, tucking her hair behind her ear. “Princess Maeve, our royal fugitive!”

“What the hell are you doing here?” I hissed, digging into my restraints with my nails.

“I could ask you the same thing, but I already know. On a little treasure hunt with your boyfriend, huh? I see he was a successful breeder.” She walked toward me, stopping short of me by mere feet.

My cheeks flamed with fury as I narrowed my eyes at her. “You didn’t answer my question.”

“I’m here because my soon-to-be husband is here, that’s why.”

“Who? You’re already,”

“Oh, Julian? He perished in the invasion,” she said, giving me a faux frown before she began to laugh again.

I swallowed against the lump in my throat, sensing there was much more to her story about her brother’s, or husband’s-whatever he was-death. She watched me for a moment, then knelt so we were at eye level. She tilted her head from side to side, her black eyes narrowing.

making me

sarcasm

be Luna of all of it, Princess. Every inch of the pack

“Okay,” yawned.

the lack of reaction she was getting

the title of Alpha King out of my father’s cold, dead hands before you can ascend

I haven’t?” Something in her voice made the breath

trying to peer behind her haunting eyes. “You’ve

not long after the invasion with his

leaned forward, frantically picking at my restraints. “Where are they

happened since you fled

didn’t flee. I was being held against

same man who is the father of your

bit my lip, closing my eyes to stop the tears welling in the corners of my eyes from running down my cheeks. I couldn’ t possibly be this alone, could I? Dad and Rowan wouldn’t have gone down so

firmly, my voice edged with righteous fury. Opaline smiled menacingly, her eyes narrowing

enough.” Damian’s voice wafted over to us, and Opaline turned her head, her face falling as

hands bandaged, likely from the injuries he had sustained when he tore the tomb to pieces. He reached down and picked me up by my restraints, lifting me to my feet and roughly pushing me forward to

gain entrance to the tent. I gave her a menacing smile of my own as the tent flap

in the splendor of the tent. The sand had been covered with large

did you know where to find the tomb?” | asked without even thinking. The question had been at the

side table. It was nearly nightfall, and

have a friend,” he said casually, cleaning off his glasses

“A friend?”

listen to Opaline; she is upset you weren’t dealt

and stared at Damian, wondering what exactly he

said my father

breathed, looking down

Desperation was tying my stomach

with your brother. They were headed

Why?” No one had ever been able to cross

been out of range for weeks chasing this damn-” He looked up at me, his

wondered if he knew there was more than one, but decided not to

assumed it would be in the tomb. That’s why we

me. “Don’t play dumb. What

stop you from

more to it than that, Princess. What were you planning to do with it? What powers were you wanting

idea what you’re

your powers were

mouth had gone dry at the mention of her name. Tasia, who had been so helpful, so kind to us

a friend who knew where to find the tomb.” His smile was wicked, and I felt bile rising in

“Tasia is a good-”

what her pack prevents her from having. She is powerful, that woman. Too