Sould As The Alpha King's Breeder

Chapter 118: The Isles in Ruins

Maeve

Keaton was standing with his arms crossed, peering up at the ceiling of the sprawling foyer of the castle of Poldesse. The ceiling was gone, however, having crumbled away long ago. Vines had taken over the entire area, and the walls were covered in graffiti. I thought it rather artistic, especially the more colorful graffiti with even more colorful language.

Troy, however, was deeply stressed.

“Your dad did this on purpose. He’s testing us-” he huffed, kicking pieces of fallen sheetrock as we walked through the remains of the castle.

“What? Was he the one who ripped this place apart?” I said as I ran my fingers along the banister of the wide marble staircase as we started up the stairs.

“No, but he knew how much work was needed when he sent us here-”

“It was a hurricane, roughly fifteen years ago now. Tore the roof right off the castle, just like that,” Keaton interjected, snapping his fingers.

“Good Goddess, a hurricane did this?” | gasped, looking around at the destruction.

“It wasn’t nearly that bad. Negligence is the cause of this,” Troy said curtly, grabbing me by the elbow as he led me over a mass of vines that snaked down a wide, shadowed hallway.

“This is insane,” I breathed as the three of us continued our inspection of the castle. It was a huge building, at least twice the size of the castle Drogomor, but in such a state I thought it unlikely we’d be able to live in it any time soon, if at all. Some rooms were definitely livable and had been used in at least the last year or so, but I wasn’t sure I wanted the boys there when part of it was in this state of disrepair.

“Did Damian live here?” | asked as we walked through a huge bedroom with glass still in the windows and the wood floors still intact.

“Yeah, he did. Once he left the house Soren used to live in when he was in charge here, apparently, or so I’m told. The northern wing of the castle is in good shape, from what I can tell. But there’s no running water or electricity=” Troy began, testing a light switch along the wall. Keaton pursed his lips, his arms still crossed over his chest as he looked out the window to the sea below.

“I say raze the place and start over. It’s falling into the sea.”

| “I think it’s our only option,” Troy agreed, but I could tell it wasn’t what he wanted to do. He was troubled by the notion

of tearing the castle down, but it went further than us needing a place to live.

“What if we didn’t? What if we mended it?” | asked, looking from Keaton to Troy.

Keaton laughed, but Troy looked at me, his eyes boring into mine.

“It could take us years-”

“This castle has been here for hundreds of years. It’s a landmark, surely. We can’t just tear it down and build some thing new. I know that’s not what you want.”

Troy’s mouth twitched at the corner, fighting back a smile.

one problem, however. A problem Lynus had made very, very

clearing

t-”

dust came up off the bare

their contents having gone ran cid long ago. I wondered who this room had belonged to, but then thought better of it, knowing of only one woman who could have

by his cronies in his absence. I don’t think he had much, anyway, based on what Carl

said, he would’ve found enough gold to repair the whole of the Isles-” | tapered off as the energy in the room shifted, and turned very slowly from the vanity, catching the silent exchange that passed between Troy

with alacrity, leaning against the wall near the windows. “We know the way, I have that haunted compass on the ship, still. Hell,

Troy, who only shrugged. “I-I have an inheritance,

dad”

his head. “This is the only way, and plus, the riches in the

with you, obviously,” I started, my cheeks color ing as

Luna. And be with the boys. Keaton

Keaton, who arched a brow at me in

your idea, princess,”

“It wasn’t an idea-”

to live on the Persephone for the rest of our lives, or do you

my hips, “is who is going to buy the artifacts you bring back

simple,” Keaton replied, a broad grin on his

“Tempest? The High Priestess?”

touching his mouth. “The Church wanted the artifacts to begin with, that’s how Tasia and Carl got Grace to

look of

ready for

is the only way,

dusty, dank air of the decrepit castle, and resigned myself to

I bit out, glaring at

for you ladies and the young princes to live while we’re gone.” Keaton turned to the door, which was hanging off its

I asked, following Troy and Keaton out of the room. Troy looked over his shoul der at me, a smile touching the corner of

he

rose from the palm trees

run down, the gardens overgrown and the drive, which hadn’t seen a car driven up the wide, sand colored street in ages, was cracked and split from rich green

in the mansions despite their run-down

were very old now, judging by the looks of the man standing at the edge of his property, watching the crew of the Persephone carry our things into our temporary home. The old man narrowed his eyes at me, pointing his cane

fashion.

bit, shifting Oliver’s weight in my arms as I narrowed my eyes back at him, sizing him up. A man roughly my father’s age came bounding out of their house, waving at me apologetically as he leaned to whisper harshly in the ear of the man I assumed was

Tin

however. He opened the gate to their garden and started forward, swatting at his son as he slowly reached the street