Sould As The Alpha King's Breeder

Sold As The Alpha King’s Breeder Chapter 292

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 his

I said, the sarcasm in my

all of it, Princess. Every inch of the

“Okay,” yawned.

lack of reaction she was getting out of me. “Did you not hear what

Alpha King out of my father’s cold,

in her voice made the breath catch in my

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

Mirage not long after the invasion

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

lot has happened since you fled from Valoria, Maeve. Like a

flee. I was being

same man who is the

eyes from running down my cheeks. I couldn’ t possibly be this alone, could

said firmly, my voice edged with

voice wafted over to us, and Opaline turned her head,

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 keep in step

gave her a menacing smile of

of the tent. The sand had been covered with large rugs, and several couches had been placed around the

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

on a side table. It was nearly

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

“A friend?”

to Opaline; she is upset you weren’t dealt

turned away from the food and stared at Damian, wondering what exactly he had planned for

father

Damian breathed, looking down at a map on his

him?” Desperation was tying my

your brother. They were headed north,

been able to cross those mountains to

this damn-” He looked up at me, his face totally serious and tone stone cold

he knew there was more than one, but

tomb. That’s why we came… but you obviously

play dumb. What

stop you from

you planning to

no idea what

in Dianny. She warned me your powers were unreachable, but I wonder if

been so

was wicked, and

“Tasia is a good-”

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

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