Sold as the Alpha King's Breeder novel Chapter 266

Chapter 46: Granddaughter of Willa

Chapter 46: Granddaughter of Willa

Maeve

“They should’ve been back hours ago.” i exclaimed, turning towards Myla, who was equally as concerned.

“They’re probably fine, Maeve,” Keaton said, but his eyes and posture betrayed him. He was getting nervous too, especially now that the sun was beginning to rise over the water.

“I’m going to go find them. They can’t have gone far,” I said with conviction, raising my hand to cut him off as he opened his mouth to argue.

“I’m going to-“Myla began, but Keaton rounded on her.

“No, neither of you are going anywhere,” he said firmly.

Cleo was watching the exchange nervously, wringing her hands.

“I’m going!” I said again, just as barking sounded from the jungle behind us.

I spun around as the dog, otherwise known as Duck, came sprinting onto the beach, his ears flat against his head and his body trembling with fatigue.

“Goddess!” Myla cried as Duck nearly slammed into us, laying down on his side.

“I’ll go get him some water,” Cleo said hurriedly as she turned and quickly walked away.

I knelt beside Duck, stroking his back.

“What’s wrong?’

“Danger,’ he said, closing his eyes as he panted, his tongue lolling in the sand.

“Where?

*Follow,

“Rest now,’ I said to him, continuing to stroke his fur. I looked over my shoulder in the direction he had come, a chill running up my spine as the jungle seemed to whisper menacingly in the breeze.

“Did he talk to you?” Myla asked, her eyes full of worry.

I nodded, looking up at Keaton. “He said ‘danger.’ He’s exhausted. Something happened out there.”

* Aye, I can see that.” Keaton crossed his arms over his chest, looking from Duck to the Persephone. And then, he looked at Myla.

“I can’t leave the ship with Robbie and Troy gone. I just can’t-”

“I know, I understand why.” Myla said softly, a knowing smile touching her lips.

“The crew, Myla—”

“You don’t have to explain. We will be fine. I promise you.” She rose to her feett, stepping forward and kissing him hard enough for a blush to rise to my own cheeks. I looked away, giving them a moment of privacy as I checked Duck’s paws for damage.

He wasn’t hurt, but he was desperately thirsty. Cleo returned with the water and had to hold him back by the scruff of his neck to stop him from drinking it all in one go. She offered him some food, and he ate it, licking her hand in thanks.

‘Tired,’ he said, laying his head back against the sand and promptly falling asleep.

“We need to be prepared to go as soon as he wakes up.” I said to Myla, who nodded in understanding.

“You can ride on my back,” she said, bending down to pet Duck on the head, cooing as she did so.

I gave Keaton a tight nod, noticing the greenish tint to his skin. He was absolutely sick over the fact that Myla was leaving on a quest to find Troy and Robbie, knowing full well something had gone wrong.

But he was the captain of the Persephone. He hadn’t abandoned his ship or his crew when the storm hit. He wasn’t about to, now. He just couldn’t.

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Chapter 46: Granddaughter of Willa

“Pete!” He called out, turning and looking down the beach towards the group of men seated around Olly’s cooking fire, plates of fish in their hands

Pete put his plate down, wiping his mouth on his sleeve as he jogged over to us, looking down at Duck.

“What’s wrong with him?” he asked.

“You’re going with Maeve and Myla into the jungle. Troy and Robbie didn’t come back.”

“I was wondering where they were,” he began, then righted himself, straightening his shoulders as he nodded at Keaton, “Yes, Captain.”

*The rest of the men stay here,” Keaton said quickly. “We need to get at least one of the engines running by sundown, tell them.”

Pete nodded, looking at me and Myla before running back over to where the crew was congregating, crouching down as he repeated Keaton’s orders.

Myla and Keaton walked away, their heads bent in inaudible conversation.

Cleo sat next to Duck, stroking him gently as he slept. I walked up the beach towards my tent, my stomach turning over and bile rising in my throat. I quickened my pace, passing the tent and walking a few paces into the jungle, leaning on a tree for support as I retched.

“Goddess.” I whispered, pressing my forehead against the tree, “Please, I can’t lose him again.”

Myla and Pete were sprinting through the trees, jumping gracefully over the massive roots that lined the jungle floor as they raced after Duck. I was gripping Myla’s fur for dear life, ducking under the vines and branches lest I accidentally clothesline myself and get thrown from her back

We had been running for an hour, if not more, but the sun was still high in the sky as we continued deeper into the jungle, my ears popping as we climbed in elevation.

We finally reached a clearing, stopping to allow the wolves and Duck to drink from the creek. Duck was sniffing frantically, his nose leading him around a large rock face and into the dense brush, his ears perked.