Sold as the Alpha King's Breeder novel Chapter 324

Chapter 104: The White Wolf

“Look, this line, right here-” Mom and I were standing be hind Troy, leaning over his shoulders to peer down at the neat, faded scrawl just above his finger.”

“What does it say? I can barely see the ink!” I narrowed my eyes, wishing the rectory had more than archaic candles to light the dim room.

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“King Hector-his name is right here. He was the king men tioned by Charles in his journal. Look, he did in fact marry Alouette… and they had a son.”

Mom was silent as she scanned the page, her brow fur

rowed in confusion.

“That means there was a break in White Queen line at some point, right? Can that… can that happen?”

“Your family believes it can,” Mom broke in, looking con fused, like she was thinking of some long-forgotten memory or conversation. “He told me once that if Rowan had a daugh ter, she would be in line to my throne. It was a discussion we had before you were born, Maeve. Before we knew you were a

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“But would… say a female cousin of a White Queen hold the same powers as the White Queen herself? There’s no men tion of Onya, the White Queen in Charles’s journal, having any other children.” Troy turned to face Mom.

“Perhaps, but I’m not totally certain. There are no texts on this, you know. All there was… was the names of the queens etched into the temple in Winter Forest. That wall was de stroyed. We might never know who the Queen after Onya was, whether Aloutette became the Queen after her mother, or if it was someone else. There is the library in the castle in Winter Forest, but I’ve never seen any text in there that discussed this.”

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“So if I don’t have a daughter, Rowan could? And she could rule?” A strange glimmer of hope tightening around my heart. How close I had come to death for my sons… I knew in my heart I could not sacrifice myself just so the pack lands could have another White Queen.

Suddenly Troy jumped up, nearly knocking both me and Mom to the ground. He was pale, frozen in place for a moment before he turned to us, fear etched into every curve, every line of his face.

“Oh, Goddess,” he breathed, the words meant for no one but himself. He slowly looked at me, sheer pain flashing be hind his eyes.

“Troy, what is wrong? Are you hurt?” Mom had her hands on his arms, trying to get him to look her in the eyes, but he

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couldn’t.

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“Rosalie,” he said, looking past the both of us at the far wall. “Please don’t take offense to what I am about to say. But I must know. I have to know if Rowan and Hanna have been in timate. Have they-is there any way at all that Hanna could be pregnant?”

I gaped at him, then at Mom, who looked just as shocked as I was.

“I assume so, Troy. They’re mates for Goddesses sake!”

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“We need to go to them, right now. Hanna she-oh, how did I not realize this before?!”

“What the hell is wrong with you!” I shook him hard, damn near ready to smack him to get him to snap back to reality be fore his gaze finally left the far wall and settled on me.

“The tomb. There were inscriptions… carvings everywhere. I didn’t think… I could read it. I had seen it before. On the map, I was sure. But I didn’t understand what it meant until right now, this very moment.”

“What?” Mom was shaking her head, anxiety creeping into her voice.

“That crazy old woman was right, Rosalie. About Hanna. The moonstones, they weren’t-we did bring the Moon God

dess back. She just… she hasn’t been born yet. She will be the twenty-first White Queen. Rowan and Hanna’s daughter.”

“But,” I stammered, at a loss for rational thought, “what does that have to do with Onya, and Alouette?”

“Nothing. At least I thought nothing. But… the expedition the king sent out to retrieve the moonstone in order for Onya to allow Alouette to marry King Hector came back without it… which means he either married her by force, or Onya allowed it… but-”

“That would have caused a break in the White Queen line,” I mumbled, seeing the big picture.

“Exactly,” Troy breathed, running his fingers through his

hair.

“Ethan mentioned something like this to Rowan, long ago, when Maeve first arrived in Mirage to rule alongside Ernest,” Rosalie said softy, sitting down. “He said Rowan could rule over Winter Forest in the future if he had a daughter. I argued that wasn’t how it works, that the powers had to be direct… through a daughter of the queen.”

“Do you think Tasia destroyed the Temple so we couldn’t figure this out?” I asked in a soft tone, my head beginning to pound.

“Possibly. We might not ever know. I don’t plan on asking

her,” Troy said firmly, closing the book and walking away from the dusty desk, tapping his finger on his lip as he paced.

“She’s getting ready to rid the world of the White Queens. She destroyed the temple. She’s going to take the stones and kill Hanna. That’s what we know, and all we need to know. It’s time to finish this.” Mom rose from her chair and left the room.

Troy

Rowan and I were standing on the terrace outside of the atrium, overlooking the fields of long, brittle yellow grass. Hanna and Maeve were standing in the field talking to each other, too far enough from where we stood to be heard.

A heavy blanket of fog was rolling around their legs, whis pering through the grass. The sky was gray, thick with mois ture, and smelled like rain.

Inside the castle, Rosalie and Ethan, as well as the other “elders” of the family, such as Talon, Georgia, Vicky, and Paul, were holding a conference with Eugene of Red Lakes. It was likely Ethan was telling him exactly what was going on, and how his family was connected. I felt my stomach tighten, knowing how close we were to battle. But I could barely wrap my head around what the battle would possibly look like.

The castle was already heavily guarded by warriors. I could

see them walking through the fog along the perimeter of the castle’s grounds, little specks of black in the distance.

My gaze settled back on Hanna and Maeve.

“Is she pregnant?” I asked Rowan.

Rowan gave me a dirty look, then settled, crossing his arms over his chest.

“I don’t know. It only happened once.”

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“Once is enough,” I grunted, leaning on the terrace, “or

twice.”

“You don’t really believe what that crazy old woman from Lycenna said, do you? That Hanna is going to the mother of the Moon Goddess? It’s insane, Troy. I don’t believe it for a second.”

Duck was running through the grasses in a wide circle, his tongue lolling. Pete and Kacidra had arrived only an hour ago, bringing the dog with them.

He playfully lunged at Maeve, who threw a stick far into the field, and he took off like a dart once again.

“I didn’t at first. But I-I believe it now.”

A long silence flooded the distance between me and

Rowan, filling with the sounds of thunder in the distance and the crinkle of the grasses as a breeze rippled through it. Tasia could move the air, and every time a gust of wind rattled the windows of the castle, I thought it was her.

But I was just paranoid.

“You both need to stay on the castle grounds. Do you hear me?” Rowan shouted in a fatherly tone, which made Maeve turn her head sharply in our direction to glare.

“Shut up, Rowan!” she shouted back, turning away from us to make a face at Hanna, who laughed.

“We should go with them,” I said, tapping my fingers on the terrace, “I don’t like the idea of them out there, just the two of them. Not with them being the target of Tasia’s—”

“I know,” Rowan said hastily, pursing his lips.

“I know your Dad is going to want us to come to talk to the family soon, fill us in on the plan, but…”

We looked at each other for a moment, then began to shed our clothing down to our boxers.

“No,” Maeve said with conviction as we walked toward them, crunching through the grass. “I don’t want your help or criticism.”

“We’ve all been able to shift for years now, Maeve. This is your first time.” Rowan shifted without another word, shaking out his coat and sending a sprinkle of damp over the rest of us who were still standing.

I shrugged my shoulders at Maeve, who looked more ner vous than upset, and shifted myself. Her eyes went wide, and I realized the only time she had seen me as a wolf had been for a split second before Damian had brought the tunnel of the

tomb over me.

Hanna turned to Maeve, leaning to whisper in her ear. Maeve hugged her body with her arms, shaking her head.

‘You’ll be fine. Just think about it. Dig deep. You can mind – link. You can feel me as your mate. Your wolf is there; you just have to find her,’ I said over the mind-link.

She looked at me, panic flashing through her eyes. “What if I can’t do it? I don’t-I don’t feel it!” she said aloud, turning

from me to Hanna.

Hanna put a hand on Maeve’s shoulder, nodding in en

couragement.

I heard a surprised yelp and turned my head to see Rowan running in the opposite direction of us. My ruff prickled to at tention, thinking there was some threat.

But then Duck burst from the tall grass, his feet barely

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touching the ground as he ran from Rowan, who was chasing him.

“Stop! You’re going to scare him!” Maeve cried, but neither Rowan nor Duck seemed to be negatively affected by the game.

Duck rounded on Rowan, playfully baring his teeth, and then pounced on him. Rowan played dead for a moment, pre tending to whimper as Duck tried to yank him around by the thick fur of his neck. Duck climbed on top of Rowan, barking in triumph.

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The little game between Rowan and the dog seemed to put Maeve at ease. I could tell she wanted to play, too.

‘I’m getting one of these,’ Rowan said over the mind-link as he shook Duck off of him, clacking his teeth at the dog to stop any further attacks.

“Come on, babe. It’s time. You have to try,” I coaxed, slid

ing my boxers over my legs.

Hanna looked away, her cheeks pinkening. I shifted and stretched, groaning in pleasure. It had been weeks since I was able to do this, and running the castle grounds had been one of my favorite pastimes last summer when I was pretending to be the breeder.

Hanna nodded at Maeve and then let her robe fall onto

the ground. She shifted, and I felt the breath catch in my throat. Rowan turned to her, his head tilting to the side in sur

prise.

Hanna was a black wolf with deep cinnamon eyes. She was small and lean, which was expected based on her figure in her basic form. But there was a band of white around her neck, and little patches of white and silver along her back. I had nev er seen a wolf with such markings. Rowan seemed very

shocked.

‘Your coat….’ he said.

Hanna spun to see the white on her back. ‘It wasn’t like this before-‘

Maeve had dropped to her knees, clutching her stomach.

‘Maeve, you’re okay. Sometimes – sometimes it’s a little painful, the first time. But mostly it just feels different, new, it’s fine-‘ I said through the mind-link, watching as she bent in the grass, falling to her knees.

The grass enveloped her, hiding her from view. A few sec onds went by in the silence, the three of us waiting for Maeve to move, to shift, to do anything.

Hanna backed up, her ruff standing on edge as a wolf emerged from the grass.

She had done it. She had shifted. But our congratulations were marred by what we saw.

Maeve looked up at us, her wolf eyes just as blue as her own. She was beautiful, large, and powerful.

And totally, completely, white.