Sould As The Alpha King's Breeder

Sold As The Alpha King’s Breeder Chapter 272

Maeve

Una waved the young girl who had set the tray on the end of my bed away with a smile and followed her to the door. Una closed it, turning the lock. I felt a wave of adrenaline prickle across my skin at the sight, fight or flight awakening as the lock clicked into place.

I felt as though I had been ripped apart. My skin ached, if that was even possible. Whatever had happened in the circle, whatever I had seen, it had disappeared in an instant, and I had woken up in one of the towers, surrounded by strangers.

The explanation sounded simple. I had invoked the power of the Moon Goddess, something only White Queens were supposed to be able to do. It had almost killed me. And the ring sitting on my bedside table was, at least according to Una and Tasia, the only reason I was still alive

“Why?” I whispered, reaching for the ring and turning it over in my hand as I sat back against the white pillows. Una sighed as she walked to the edge of the bed and began pouring tea into two cups, her eyes downcast on the task.

*These rocks, all around us. The color of them is significant to our religion. Red, like blood. Like the blood moon that visits us every hundred years or so. But it’s more than that. It’s scientific. It’s called Eudialyte. It’s radioactive. It’s messing with whatever…whatever makes us what we are. It makes it impossible to be wolves inside the valley of Dianny. The eudialyte in the ring protected you somehow.”

“You’re saying this is

biological?”

Una shook her head, not disagreeing, but not agreeing with me either. “I used to think that, before I became Alpha after my mother. I was always looking for the reasoning for… all of this.” She waved her

hand in a tight circle towards the ceiling. “But I wasn’t gifted with the curses of Lycaon. I couldn’t move the earth or water in my dreams. I didn’t have the sight, or ability to speak to creatures—” She glanced down at Duck, who was curled in a ball on a large pillow underneath the window. “But then I became a mother, and I had Tasia. Suddenly, I had to believe the lore that seemed nothing more than fiction, passed down and manipulated generation after generation.”

“Tasia went somewhere when she closed her eyes—” ..

“Tasia was able to move the air, so to speak, when she was only a child. It had been generations since a Dream Dancer had been born into this pack. We didn’t know what to do with her at first. The texts written from the times when Dream Dancers were aplenty, well, the pages crumble in your hands when you touch them. She had visions; she could see things no one else could even imagine. But it wasn’t until she turned twenty-one and came into her powers as a wolf that she was able to hone her powers and start to use them with intent.”

“I just don’t understand what this has to do with me—” “What we saw in the circle when you…” She paused, handing me a cup of tea before sitting on the edge of the bed, “You asked something of the Moon Goddess. I don’t know how. And I know you don’t know why but she answered. She showed you,”

“Myla wanted to go back. I was thinking of… I was thinking of home. I wanted to go home. I wondered if I would ever go back after everything that happened.”

“And she showed you,”

“She showed me what would happen if I went back.” My throat tightened around a sob as I spoke, the image I had suppressed creeping back into my memory, A flash of light. My mother’s body on the ground while I knelt by her side, my hand clutching hers as she gasped and took one last breath. Then

I was in my wolf form, white fur gleaming in the light of the moon, And I was alone. But chaos was everywhere; fire, destruction. Another war.

*That’s not how I saw it. I saw it as a warning.” Una set her teacup down, her eyes meeting mine.

“What do you mean?”

Una smoothed out the comforter in a motherly fashion, tucking it around my ankles. “You weren’t supposed to be able to do that, you know. To call on her. Only White Queens have that power, those who have already ascended to the throne. You used that power to show you your own path. To see into a probable future. But she only showed you one outcome. It was meant to be a warning of times to come, of decisions to be made.”

“I wish you would stop talking in riddles,” I said harshly, feeling overwhelmed and incredibly fatigued. I took a sip of the tea, watching as a variety of mixed emotions danced across Una’s face.

“There’s no way to lay this all out in a rational way, Maeve. It’s not rational.”

“So, what am I supposed to do now?” My voice was almost childlike as I spoke. Looking back on the last few weeks, falling for Troy while he was pretending to be Aaron had seemed like the end of the world. Now, look at where I was. NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

“The moonstones. The two halves. They have power beyond even what the Moon Goddess herself is capable of. They came from a lawless time, when our world and the spirit world operated on the same plane. Whoever has even one of the stones would be able to harness unimaginable power if they knew how to use it.” She swallowed, looking up at me through her eyelashes. “Troy has, had, the map to Lycaon Tomb. Where did he get it?”

“Romero of the Isles?”

“How do you know all of this when you’ve been here the entire time?”

“Seraphine,” Una said matter-of-factly. She rolled her shoulders, crossing one leg over the over. “Seraphine came to us as a girl. She was on the run, but from what, she never said. She was roughly twenty years old when she landed on our shores.”

“Seraphine?” I asked, my voice trembling. Seraphine was Gemma’s mother who had disappeared over roughly fifteen years ago and was presumed dead. She had been a close friend of my mother and had lived in the village of Winter Forest. She had been a mysterious woman, someone who had secrets lingering behind their eyes.

“I did mention I knew her, didn’t I?” Una smiled, setting her empty cup back on the tray. “Seraphine lived among my people for many years. I was just a child when she came, you see. She was close with my mother, very close. A friend, in fact, in which my mother had very little. Seraphine became the keeper of the stone–”

“She what? You’re saying one of the moonstones is here—”.

“Was here. But not anymore. Seraphine was leaving us. Lycenna was looking for the stone. It was an opportunity to have it safely removed, kept somewhere outside of our territory to avoid a war with Lycenna.”

“What is Lycenna?”

“But I thought you said Morrighan used her, what do you even call it? Her Moon Goddess token to try to stop Lycaon from fleeing and destroyed the mountains,”

“Ah, yes. She did. But she failed to consider the resilience of our kind. Wolves were new, you know. And the family and friends Lycaon left behind burrowed into the mountains like moles. They still live there, and they’ve been after the stones for millennia. They believe Lycaon’s stone belongs to them. Especially Julien, their current Alpha. He’s close to eighty now, by my estimation. He’s been searching for our stone, and the map, for decades. Seraphine was the only way to get it away from here and keep our people ignorant of the fact it was gone. We worshiped it, much like your people worship your stone.”

Una shrugged, sadness blurring her features. “We don’t know. She never returned. She left with her mate”

“Gemma’s father?” I asked, shocked. Gemma had never known her father, only that he had been from the Isles. He had died before she was born, from what Seraphine had told her. Oh, Gemma, I thought, my stomach knotting with grief. I missed her. I even missed Ernest. All of this felt so unfair, and so much my fault.”

“Yes, a man named William. He shipwrecked on the coast and joined our pack for a few years, until we sent Seraphine away to hide the stones. He was a metalsmith. He made very fine jewelry and other trinkets. They were deeply missed when they left.”

I looked down at my lap, unsure of what to say or even think.

“I can’t tell you what you should do, you know,” Una said softly, gently patting my ankle. “But, what you saw in the circle is only a glimpse of what could happen, not what will. You will have to decide what path to take.”

“What are my options?” i felt ill, my stomach turning, and the tea suddenly too sweet and much too strong.

“Go home to Winter Forest. Or, travel with Troy to find the stones,” she said simply, shrugging. She said it as though it were a casual decision

“What exactly will the stones do for my mother?” | asked, my voice cracking with emotion, “What if she’s already hurt, or dying? Right now? How do we know she’s not—”

“The Moon Goddess showed you a future, Maeve. That’s all.” She paused, looking over me with concern. “You should rest now. Sleep, if you can.”

“I heard you say. when we were in that room before…” | swallowed, unable to say it.

“That you’re pregnant? Yes, my dear. You are very much with child…children.”

“How could you possibly know that? It’s too early to tell!”

“I only said I lacked the powers of Lycaon’s curse, not all powers. Seraphine taught me a thing or two.” Una winked at me, patting my ankle

again.

“Yes, you are. Boys, I believe. I’m almost certain. I’m usually never wrong.”

I closed my eyes, letting my head lean back into the pillows. “This wasn’t how things were supposed to go,” I said weakly, the castle of Drogomor and Ernest drifting into my mind. “Troy was supposed to be my breeder, not.“ who will be a father to these children?” Ernest was supposed to help me raise them. This was supposed to be something the Alpha and Luna of Drogomor would do. Not just me.

“I don’t know that for sure!” i bit out, tearing beginning to well in my eyes. “I will never know my mate. I will never come into my powers. I was cursed as a child, Una! Wouldn’t you know that, since you and your people seem to know everything?” A choked sob escaped my lips as I let myself dissolve into tears.

“Oh,” she laughed, waving my panic away, “By Leera of Lycenna? She’s not a witch. Dream Dancers can’t cast curses. She may have only seen something

“Who?” I sat up a little straighter. She must have been talking about Aaron’s mother. I could never remember the woman’s name. How would she know about her? But, I thought, clutching the sheets between my fingers, none of this made any sense, so why even feel surprised?

“Hanna’s mother.” Una was watching my face, her eyes shining with confusion. She looked down at her hands for a moment, then stood up abruptly. “The Dream Dancer. Of course!” She turned from the bed, looking back at me as her hand reached the doorknob. “Troy is going back to beach camp to check on things. When he returns, you all will head back to the ship. Okay? Just rest.” –