Sould As The Alpha King's Breeder

Sold As The Alpha King’s Breeder Chapter 310

Chapter 90 : Heartbeat

Troy

Chaos wasn’t the right word to describe what had happened. | watched in horror as Maeve collapsed in Rosalie’s arms, her eyes going still and sightless.

Ethan was screaming at the pilot to land the plane, and sud denly we were plummeting to the ground, holding on for dear life as the plane landed roughly in a field just outside of Mirage.

Ethan told me it would be a bumpy landing, even though this seaplane was equipped to land on the ground. Still, it needed a runway, and all we had was a field.

I carried Maeve out of the plane, Ethan close behind me with Rosalie in his arms. Steven was talking frantically into a radio, try ing to find someone to help us, to help Maeve, who was panting in my arms as I laid her down in the grass.

“Warriors are on their way; they’re going to get her to the hos pital. It’s only-only half an hour from here-” Ethan stammered as he struggled with Rosalie, who was fighting against him.

“Let me go, Ethan!” she snapped.

“You need to calm down!” he retorted, but she elbowed him sharply in the chest, and he loosened his grip just enough for her to dart forward, landing on her knees in front of Maeve, “Troy, we can shift. We can carry the women-” Ethan said.

I looked down to see Maeve’s eyelashes fluttering. “I don’t want to have these babies in the grass. That would be… be silly.” Maeve said weakly, her mouth twitching into a smile.

I could feel her energy waning. Every minute that passed felt like a lifetime as we waited for help. Maeve cried out in pain, and I felt absolutely helpless.

“Something’s wrong!” she said, over and over.

Rosalie was praying, running her fingers through Maeve’s hair. Rosalie looked at me, her eyes full of tears.

“We need to deliver them, right now,” I said, not sure how the words had even formed in my mouth. I hadn’t meant to say it; hadn’t even been thinking about it.

“How?” Rosalie pleaded.

She looked exhausted; her face twisted in pain. Goddess, it felt like Ethan and I were about to lose them both.

“Do you have the moonstones?” Ethan’s voice sounded out behind me, and I turned to look at him, nodding.

“In the plane,” I answered quickly, turning back to Maeve, who was gripping my hand.

She was gray in color, her arms trembling in the wet chill of the air. I took off my sweater and draped it over her, trying to keep her warm.

“Troy, I wanted to get married,”

“We‘re going to get married, Maeve. I promise,” I choked, try ing to maintain my composure.

“What about right now? Just so I can say… can say we did it…”

“What are you talking about?” I laughed, despite the situation.

She gave me one last soft smile, then her eyes began to

close.

and Maeve groaned,

wrong. Something’s-” Maeve’s words were jumbled,

your eyes, Maeve! Do you see it? The moon

into me, almost knocking me over

“Got them,”

shaking him. “Where is it? That ring? We need it, now!” I could barely believe the tone I just took

rasps as he searched. He found the ring, which was a simple gold band with a dainty clear

to Maeve, looking down at her, admiring her, taking

of red within her palm. I hadn’t realized she had

kissing her on

them. Ros alie said the ceremony that bound Maeve and I as husband and wife, but I found myself focusing on the ring

office. He pulled a small box from the safe beneath his desk, explaining that the ring was a gift from his brother to Rosalie, and Rosalie wanted Maeve

ly.

my name besides the clothes on my back, and even those were

is not how I imagined this moment in our lives

in my hand, turning it over in my palm as Rosalie’s strained words filled the air around us. Rosalie nod ded at me, and I took Maeve’s hand. Maeve was still, her eyes

finger and laid her

beneath us, an earthquake it seemed. Goddess, could we catch a

Ethan said, looking

my skin as I looked up

What’s that sound?” | said as my ears

Rosalie, who was on her knees next to Maeve, her

the ring

It’s a

by a force I didn’t have the words to explain. It felt like I was moving in slow motion, a blinding light passing over me, and through me, as I flew through the air. I hit the ground, knocking my head against the ground, which sent a sharp pain shooting down

my mind unable to process anything besides the pain radiating through my body. I heard voic es around me, someone shouting orders and the sound of wolves huffing and panting as

standing over me, looking down

he shouted, reaching down to pull pieces of grass

“What-where’s Maeve?”

***

The bright fluorescent lights were blinding, and the air was sterile, smelling sharply

the cozy clinic in Winter Forest with its wood-paneled walls and yellow paint, and even further from

where I

embolism, low blood pressure, potential heart failure,

heavy and unfamiliar as I tried to wrap my head around what was currently happening, and what had hap pened when I slipped that

actively trying to explain it all to us, but I could barely understand her. Ethan was standing next to me, clutching Rosalie’s hand so

watching Maeve suffer right

what we can, but she’s far gone. It’s a miracle her heart is still beating. We can likely save at least two of the triplets, but the thirds heart defect is

fight. I drew in my breath,

the nurse stammered, taken

turned to me, which gave me a glimpse of Maeve laying limp on

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