Sold as the Alpha King's Breeder novel Chapter 310

Chapter 90 : Heartbeat

Troy

Chaos wasn’t the right word to describe what had happened. | watched in horror as Maeve collapsed in Rosalie’s arms, her eyes going still and sightless.

Ethan was screaming at the pilot to land the plane, and sud denly we were plummeting to the ground, holding on for dear life as the plane landed roughly in a field just outside of Mirage.

Ethan told me it would be a bumpy landing, even though this seaplane was equipped to land on the ground. Still, it needed a runway, and all we had was a field.

I carried Maeve out of the plane, Ethan close behind me with Rosalie in his arms. Steven was talking frantically into a radio, try ing to find someone to help us, to help Maeve, who was panting in my arms as I laid her down in the grass.

“Warriors are on their way; they’re going to get her to the hos pital. It’s only-only half an hour from here-” Ethan stammered as he struggled with Rosalie, who was fighting against him.

“Let me go, Ethan!” she snapped.

“You need to calm down!” he retorted, but she elbowed him sharply in the chest, and he loosened his grip just enough for her to dart forward, landing on her knees in front of Maeve, “Troy, we can shift. We can carry the women-” Ethan said.

I looked down to see Maeve’s eyelashes fluttering. “I don’t want to have these babies in the grass. That would be… be silly.” Maeve said weakly, her mouth twitching into a smile.

I could feel her energy waning. Every minute that passed felt like a lifetime as we waited for help. Maeve cried out in pain, and I felt absolutely helpless.

“Something’s wrong!” she said, over and over.

Rosalie was praying, running her fingers through Maeve’s hair. Rosalie looked at me, her eyes full of tears.

“We need to deliver them, right now,” I said, not sure how the words had even formed in my mouth. I hadn’t meant to say it; hadn’t even been thinking about it.

“How?” Rosalie pleaded.

She looked exhausted; her face twisted in pain. Goddess, it felt like Ethan and I were about to lose them both.

“Do you have the moonstones?” Ethan’s voice sounded out behind me, and I turned to look at him, nodding.

“In the plane,” I answered quickly, turning back to Maeve, who was gripping my hand.

She was gray in color, her arms trembling in the wet chill of the air. I took off my sweater and draped it over her, trying to keep her warm.

“Troy, I wanted to get married,”

“We‘re going to get married, Maeve. I promise,” I choked, try ing to maintain my composure.

“What about right now? Just so I can say… can say we did it…”

“What are you talking about?” I laughed, despite the situation.

She gave me one last soft smile, then her eyes began to

close.

“Stay awake, honey, please!” Rosalie shook her awake, and Maeve groaned, shaking her head rapidly from side to side.

“Something’s wrong. Something’s-” Maeve’s words were jumbled, then ceased completely.

“Fine, fine. Let’s get married right now. Okay? This is our wedding, underneath the stars. Under the moon. Open your eyes, Maeve! Do you see it? The moon is so clear out here. There’s no snow. The stars are out-” I was rambling, absolutely desperate.

Ethan plowed into me, almost knocking me over as he slipped in the wet grass.

“Got them,”

I grabbed him by the jacket, shaking him. “Where is it? That ring? We need it, now!” I could barely believe the tone I just took with my future father-in-law.

Ethan fumbled with his pockets, his breath coming in quick rasps as he searched. He found the ring, which was a simple gold band with a dainty clear stone in a shallow setting, and dropped it into my hand with the moonstones. He looked me in the eyes and nodded. I nodded back.

| turned back to Maeve, looking down at her, admiring her, taking in every inch of her. | slowly handed the moonstones to Rosalie.

She wrapped her fingers around the stones, and I saw the faintest hint of red within her palm. I hadn’t realized she had in jured herself during the rough landing, but the timing couldn’t have been more perfect.

27073 She leaned over Maeve, kissing her on the forehead before

placing the stones on her chest, holding her hand over them. Ros alie said the ceremony that bound Maeve and I as husband and wife, but I found myself focusing on the ring in my hand.

Ethan had pulled me aside in Winter Forest before we left and brought me into his office. He pulled a small box from the safe beneath his desk, explaining that the ring was a gift from his brother to Rosalie, and Rosalie wanted Maeve to have it eventual

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I had no ring to give her. I had nothing to my name besides the clothes on my back, and even those were borrowed.

This is not how I imagined this moment in our lives together.

And now I held the ring in my hand, turning it over in my palm as Rosalie’s strained words filled the air around us. Rosalie nod ded at me, and I took Maeve’s hand. Maeve was still, her eyes fix ated on the sky.

I slipped the ring on her finger and laid her hand over the moonstones.

There was a soft rumbling beneath us, an earthquake it seemed. Goddess, could we catch a f*cking break?

“What is that?” Ethan said, looking around.

I felt adrenaline prickle across my skin as I looked up from Maeve’s face.

“Is the-the airplane about to blow up? What’s that sound?” | said as my ears began to ring.

I turned to Ethan, who was looking at Rosalie, who was on her knees next to Maeve, her eyes downcast as she looked at Maeve’s hand.

It was a far cry from the cozy clinic in Winter Forest with its wood-paneled walls and yellow paint, and even further from the stone-walled infirmary at the castle where Maeve and I had both prepared for the pregnancy that was now risking her life.

We were helpless, watching Maeve suffer right before our eyes.

“We’ll do what we can, but she’s far gone. It’s a miracle her heart is still beating. We can likely save at least two of the triplets, but the thirds heart defect is severe-”

The handful of nurses and doctors in the room turned to me, which gave me a glimpse of Maeve laying limp on the hospital bed they were surrounding.

The ring had been the missing link to the moonstones. We had inadvertently brought them together in that Goddess forsaken field, and we had no idea what was supposed to happen next. Hadn’t Una said something about immortality? Hadn’t the stones been the key to saving Rosalie and getting her healing powers back? If so, why was Maeve still in such an awful way? It didn’t make sense.