Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder

Chapter 17 : Out of Time

*Sasha*

I started with the kiss… or almost kiss. Or rather, I simply said, “When we were drinking wine...." to give us both an

out.

Lucas nodded, his stubbly chin grazing against my temple.

“And I disappeared. I went somewhere… else," I explained.

“Where did you go?" Lucas asked.

I closed my eyes, still able to envision the place clearly in my mind.

***

As I knelt and screamed in the place of vast rows of columns, shimmering ghosts floated out from the ether,

surrounding me. They seemed to block out the emotions that weren't mine that had threatened to tear me apart.

I was grateful on the one hand. On the other hand, I was surrounded by ghosts.

Ghosts....

My own fear began creeping up inside, but the ghosts didn't mob me and remained benevolent and protective

around me, so eventually I calmed down. I stood and took a really good look around.

Though at first glance it seemed this place was entirely made of columns, stretched infinitely in all directions, a soft

glow to one side brought my eyes to far off torchlight, and a wall.

Though they didn't speak, I felt a kind of impulse from the ghosts to move in that direction.

I walked, my steps hesitant at first, then more confident as my ghost protectors remained around me. Strangely, I

took only three steps and reached the wall that had appeared at least a mile off.

“What is this place?" I asked but got no answer.

The wall had glyphs etched into it of forgotten languages, not even recorded in modern libraries. They were

beautiful prayers to the Moon Goddess. I had no idea how, but here I could read the words, even though I'd never

learned them.

Between these prayers were stunning pieces of art, paintings and drawings, sculptures and bronze figures,

renderings of all kinds of the Moon Goddess.

The ghosts did not give me time to linger over every piece, though each was exquisite.

Soft music of prayer and praise to the Moon Goddess threaded through the air, and I felt at peace.

The wall then led me into a great, round room. My ghost protectors fanned out along the walls of this room, which

unlike the wall and the columns, was simply an iridescent white.

In the center of the room was an altar. And perched on top of that, on a white and gold pillow, was the bejeweled

Moon Goddess herself.

I stumbled backward, not sure whether to bow, curtsy, or prostrate myself on the floor.

It was her… the really, really, real actual Moon Goddess herself.

I rubbed my eyes, peeked out from behind my fists, then pinched myself.

The pain told me this was no dream. I was standing before the Moon Goddess.

Standing.

I started to bow, then wiggled that into a curtsy, but the Moon Goddess simply held up one ethereal white hand.

In her other, the orb, the very one Lucas had showed me, appeared.

My stomach turned and I wondered what evil magic would put me back in the presence of that… thing.

“Take this," the Moon Goddess said, her voice as loud as a thunderclap yet soft as butterfly wings. “Save them."

Her tone brooked no argument.

With a wary cringe, I approached the orb, feeling nothing but peace and love from the Moon Goddess herself. What

was I supposed to do? Say “no" to the Moon Goddess?

Who says “no" to the Moon Goddess?

I reached out and touched the orb, feeling it hum with a power I didn't understand.

The Moon Goddess nodded approvingly.

“Moon Goddess," I hazarded. “Who am I supposed to save?"

But the world was swirling again, and I was in Lucas's kitchen.

Seeing Lucas holding a hot pink palm tree mug the size of his head should have made me laugh. The bewildered

expression on his face should have made me laugh more.

But I was afraid if I started laughing now, I'd dissolve into hysteria.

“Lucas?" I asked, his gray, bloodshot eyes drawing me in like gravity, holding me to this plane.

And then he was holding me… and emotions burst through me like fireworks of all kinds and colors.

I didn't tell him that part, though.

***

“… and now I'm supposed to save someone with that stupid orb," I concluded, mumbling the last into his shoulder.

Lucas let go of me just long enough so that he could transfer me to his side, his strong arm holding me against him.

“This orb?" Lucas asked, lifting it off the floor.

Scotch dripped off it like foul-smelling blood, and I jerked away from it and from Lucas.

“No," I murmured, shaking my head. “No. I can't. I...." I felt my eyes welling up. “I want to go home. I don't want

that thing."

“Okay, okay," Lucas soothed, taking a step away from me with great reluctance. On both our parts. “I'll put it away

somewhere. You don't need to go."

“I need to go," I insisted. “I want to go home. I want to go home!"

Lucas quickly dropped the orb in the sink and came back to me, taking my hands. “Stay, Sasha," he whispered.

“Stay with me."

I couldn't. I just couldn't, not while that thing was here.

“I'm sorry," I said, and I backed away toward the door. “Ian?" I called. “Ian?!"

The chauffeur appeared in a pair of striped pajamas and an honest-to-Goddess sleeping cap. “Miss Wentley?"

“I want to go home," I begged, looking back at Lucas.

Lucas sighed. “Ian, don't bother getting changed. Just take Miss Wentley home."

Ian raised an eyebrow but gave an acquiescent nod. “As you wish."

I started after Ian, but Lucas corrected my course. “He'll pull around front."

Tears streaked down my cheeks as I looked up at Lucas. “I'm sorry," I whispered.

Lucas cupped my face, thumbing away my tears. “It's okay, my princess. We can work all this out later."

With a soft kiss to my forehead, he let me go.

***

I don't know how I looked returning to the dorm room I shared with Amanda, because the second she saw me, she

pulled me into a hug.

“Damn, girl. Lucas trouble?" she asked, walking us into our dorm room.

“Why does it have to be Lucas trouble?" I mumbled, letting her sit me down on the edge of my bed.

“Girl, there is only one thing in the universe that can twist you up so hard you have that look on your face. And he's

about six foot four with gray eyes, just-fucked hair, and an ass that's just begging to be grabbed," Amanda informed

me.

I inclined my head. As much as Amanda's graphic description was feeding my little green monster, I had to agree

with her. “He does have a nice ass."

“See? There you go. So how did Mr. Can't-Make-Up-His-Mind screw with your head today?" Amanda asked.

“He asked me to stay," I said.

Amanda's eyebrows almost disappeared into her hairline. “And this is a bad thing? I thought we'd been hoping he'd

come to some kind of decision."

“I don't know if he's really decided, or was just trying to hold onto me, because I disappeared," I replied.

“Dis-disappeared?" Amanda echoed, blinking in confusion. “Okay, there's a story here I'm not getting."

I sighed, then told her the whole story, from my weird reaction to the orb and subsequent disappearance to Lucas's

experience of me having been ripped out of the fabric of time and space, as though I'd never existed at all.

Amanda's jaw dropped. “Yeah, I would have left him with that f*****g orb, too. Moon Goddess. I can't believe I

would have forgotten you!"

“Apparently, you hit on him," I grumbled.

“Well, that I can believe. If it weren't for the crazy s**t going on between you two, I'd climb him like a jungle gym,"

Amanda said.

“It's not that crazy," I hedged. “He's afraid getting involved with me is going to ruin his stupid career. I guess I'm

kind of worried about the same–his career and mine. We're trying to keep it professional… but then we're not...." I

trailed off, knowing just how convoluted it all sounded.

“Uh-huh," Amanda snorted. “What did he do to you, anyway?"

“Well, before the orb disappeared me, I think he was going to kiss me. Then when I got back, he hugged me and

kissed my foreh–“

“I mean when you were kids," Amanda said. “Though I wouldn't mind revisiting this almost kissing, kissing thing you

two have going on."

My heart sank as my mind went back to that day. But, I shook it off. “That doesn't matter right now."

Amanda's face turned uncharacteristically serious as she took my hand in hers.

“When you're blotted from existence and the Moon Goddess gets involved, I'd say everything between you and

Lucas Black matters now."

“It's just a coincidence," I insisted.

“I'm not normally the one to talk about fate and destiny and all that, but look at everything that's happened since

the two of you reconnected."

I took a deep breath and shook my head.

“It might help to just talk about it," she said sincerely.

“We were just kids," I began softly, “and he was a red faced, snot nosed, entitled little brat. He was irritating and

obnoxious and… Goddess, he was such a jerk."

I took a moment to breathe. “There was a bracelet that I wore everyday. My mother told me it was for protection,

like a talisman. It was old and irreplaceable. It protected me. One day Lucas snatched it off my wrist. He and his

friends tossed it around trying to keep it from me… I cried and cried and finally he threw it on the ground and

stepped on it. He broke it."

I trailed off, unsure if I could continue, but Amanda took my silence to mean that the story was over....

“That was a very shitty thing to do," she said. “I would slap him too. But, now you've almost kissed and made up,

right?

I smiled, letting the remaining details slip away unspoken.

“Almost, but that would be a mistake. We both could get in trouble for unprofessional conduct. I'm not going to let

anything that has to do with Lucas Black ruin my future."

“What if your future is with him?" Amanda asked, batting her eyelashes.

“I… honestly don't know," I said softly. “It's not like I'll know if he's my mate or not until my birthday. And even

then...."

“You would reject him?"

I shook my head. "No, he might reject me. He's very focused on his career. I'm… I don't know...."

“Pfft." Amanda waved a hand in the air. “He's hot for you like a man crawling out of the desert who spotted a

vending machine. If you're his mate, what he's gonna do is get you in bed and then get you in babies up to your

eyeballs. Even if you're not mates, you're gonna have hot s*x for the rest of your lives."

I wrinkled my nose. “I don't think I want to be up to my eyeballs in babies, at least not until I've established myself."

“Good for you," Amanda said, playfully slugging my shoulder. “Yeah, I want to take some time to explore and s**t

before I meet my mate. Have fun, you know?"

“It's the turn of the century, Amanda. Women don't have to chain themselves to the stove once they meet their

mate anymore," I chuckled.

Amanda shrugged. “So they say. But half the female student body are still going to university to get their missus

degree."

“Their what?" I asked.

“Missus degree," Amanda explained. “You know, hoping their mate is a well-educated university guy with a good

future ahead. I've seen so many girls drop out of my program once they hit twenty-one...."

I frowned. Come to think of it, so had I. Had times really changed so little?

“That's not going to be me," I said firmly.

“Me neither," Amanda agreed. “So, you know, don't put all the eggs in his basket. You never know. If he turns out to

be one of those 'woman-get-me-a-sandwich' type guys, maybe you'll end up rejecting him."

I pursed my lips in thought.

Yeah, I decided. If it came down to it, maybe I would be the one rejecting him. Though, the idea made my heart

ache.