Sold as the Alpha King's Breeder novel Chapter 309

Chapter 89 : Babies on a Plane

Maeve

I kept my mind blank for the rest of the evening. I couldn’t form a rational thought if I tried. Hanna had told me what she’d seen but was adamant she wasn’t sure what it meant. The fact that she was unsure was the only shred of hope I had left.

I was laying in bed in my room, my eyes fixated on the far wall. Troy was packing, stuffing clothes into a suitcase as he rifled through my dresser, grabbing whatever he could get his hands on.

We hadn’t spoken since I’d left the house with Rowan. Troy had been down at the dock for most of the evening with Dad, de ciding whether or not the plane could taxi safely out of the inlet. They decided we’d be leaving on the next tide, which was now only an hour away.

I didn’t tell him what Hanna saw. That she had seen us, twen ty years from now. At least, I thought, we would still have each other.

Troy was leaning on the suitcase, using his weight to close it enough to zip it up. I couldn’t help but smile as I watched him. He was frantic, his hair ruffled and his shirt wrinkled as he pushed against the suitcase, cursing under his breath.

“What do you think Keaton and Myla are up to right now?” | asked.

He stood to his full height, running his fingers through his hair and then over his face, which he had kept clean-shaven despite the busyness of the past several days.

“Hopefully they got to Robbie. I plan on checking with the Port Master while we’re in Mirage. Maybe I can find out if they’ve been in Valoria recently. That would tell us… tell us everything went okay when they reached Dianny.”

“But what do you think they’re doing right now, right this minute?” | asked again, not wanting to think about what Damian had told me about what Tasia had done in Dianny.

Troy sat on the edge of the bed, leaning over me. He kissed me softly, brushing his lips against mine. “Well, it’ll be very late, wherever they are. Hopefully, they’re sleeping.”

“Sleep sounds nice,” I whispered, stifling a yawn.

“You can sleep on the plane,” he kissed me again, this time it was deeper. I melted against him, wanting nothing more than to have him wrap his arms around me while I drifted into sleep.

“I love you, Maeve. Everything is going to be okay. I know you’re hurting. I am too. We‘re going to make it through this. All of us,” he said as he placed his hand over the swell of my belly. “I promise.”

“Don’t promise me,” I sniffled, the tears threatening to spill again. “I… I don’t even want to think about what’s going to happen next. I just want to keep him for a little longer. He’s safe with me. He’s-he’s still there.”

“I know,” Troy’s voice broke with emotion as he pressed his forehead against mine. “I’m so sorry, Maeve.”

“You knew something was wrong, didn’t you? Before the ul trasound, you were acting so strange.”

“I had a feeling. I could just feel something wasn’t right. I feel those things in you, you know. I can feel when you’re hurting. I

feel it when you smile, too. That’s what mates are, an extension of the other person. A shared soul.”

“I wish I could feel those things with you, I’m sorry I can’t.” || began to cry again, for the zillionth time today.

Troy wrapped me in his arms and held me against his chest. “You’re stronger than you give yourself credit for. We’re going to get through this. I promise you, Maeve. Whatever the outcome, l’ m here.”

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Dad was talking to the pilot as the rest of us settled into the plane. Troy was picking at his jeans, looking through the window at the dock where Rowan and Ernest were standing, waiting for us to take off.

“You’ve never been on a plane before, have you?” Mom said to Troy, who turned his head to look at her. She was wrapped in a thick blanket and sitting in one of the seats across the aisle, dark circles under her eyes and her skin pale in the dim light.

Troy shook his head, looking a little pale himself.

“Steven is a great pilot. We’ll be just fine,” she said.

Dad was making his way out of the cockpit. He stopped, turn ing to close the door, and waved at Ernest and Rowan while snapping the door shut and locking it in place. “Are we ready?”.

I nodded, even though the last thing I wanted to do was this. The plane had already been running for a while, and the cabin was cozy and filled with vibrations. Sleep was already taking over, but i’d promised Troy I would stay awake at least until the plane took off.

e I could tell he was nervous, and I knew he had been asking

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Dad a barrage of questions about how exactly this hunk of metal was able to zoom through the air. Mom said Dad told him it was because of magic just to stop Troy from continuing to ask him questions about the physics involved, but I didn’t know if Troy be lieved them.

Troy had packed me a book to read. I wondered if he knew it was my favorite based on how worn the cover was. I pulled it out of the bag he’d packed for me, which was full of random snacks and a pair of socks, for some reason.

Then just as the plane began to move toward the breakwater, I took his hand in mine, squeezing. “Steven won’t let us crash, I promise.”

Troy grunted in response, but he squeezed my hand back nonetheless.

I fell asleep before the plane made it into the air, lingering on the edge of deep sleep for the majority of the flight. I didn’t dream. All there was, was darkness.

Steven’s voice over the intercom woke me from my nap. I rubbed my eyes, turning toward the darkened window and finding Troy’s seat empty.

“A man I knew in the Isles,” Troy said, leaning back and look ing pleased with himself. “I’m afraid I’m a little rusty.”

Dad glared at him, then turned to me, his gaze raking over my face. “How you feeling, kid?”

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