Sold as the Alpha King's Breeder
Chapter 1051 - 114 : The Vortex

Chapter 1051: Chapter 114 : The Vortex

*Lucas*

And then she was gone.

I clawed my way through Lycaon church members, who had begun to fight again, ripping out throats and crunching bones between my jaws. It was a shame, really, fighting those who weren’t really fighters. But they weren’t laying down arms, either.

The vortex created by the broken staff had disappeared, along with my Sasha.

A Lycaon leaped onto my back and got a mouthful of my shoulder and I howled, though whether it was from the pain of the wound or the agony of losing Sasha, I wasn’t sure. I threw the Lycaon off into the waiting claws of a Royal Guard warrior and continued to mow my way forward.

Then there was a bright light, and the Lycaons around me screamed and abruptly shifted back to human form, clutching their heads.

I turned my head and saw that the other Sasha was up on her feet, hand outstretched. Clearly, she’d cast some sort of magic.

This was my opportunity. I could go see what the hell had happened with the staff and–

The other Sasha suddenly clutched her belly and keeled over in a dead faint.

All thoughts of investigation fled from my mind and I did a complete one-eighty, loping back in the other Sasha’s direction. I shifted back to human form and scooped her up in my arms.

“I need to take her to the hospital,” I said to Xander. “Do you... do you think you can take care of things here?”

“Go. We’re fine here now,” Xander rumbled, also back in human form.

Royal Guard warriors were already going around cuffing Lycaons’ hands behind their backs as I ran out of the church with her. The taxis had clearly caught wind of the disturbance at the church, and I couldn’t find one for a few blocks, but finally, we were on our way to the hospital.

I laid the other Sasha’s head in my lap and took her hand, patting it gently, hoping she’d wake on our way there. But I had no such luck. We were driven all the way to the ER doors, and she stirred only to breathe.

Orderlies came out with a gurney, and I reluctantly let them lift the other Sasha onto it. I didn’t want to lose track of her or, especially, our baby.

The other Sasha was hurried into an exam bay with me close behind. I stood to the side, shifting impatiently from foot to foot while the doctor examined her. He called another doctor, and together they poked and prodded the other Sasha, but she did not awaken.

“Well, Mr. Black, the good news is she appears to be physically fine, just exhausted,” the first doctor finally said after a while. “The bad news is, we can’t wake her right now. We’ll have her brought to a room for observation. You are welcome to join her there or return home to get some rest.”

“Where she goes, I go,” I insisted, and the doctor nodded as though he’d been expecting nothing less.

They wheeled the other Sasha to a room that was austere and sterile, occupied mostly by diagnostic equipment. A nurse started an IV drip, then nodded to me and left us alone together.

I pulled up a chair next to the bed and took the other Sasha’s hand. ‘Not another coma,’ I prayed silently.

For hours, I just sat holding the other Sasha’s hand. Depending on who had the orb and how they were using it, and whatever that vortex was and any number of other factors, I worried fhat this Sasha could wake up as my Sasha, the other Sasha, or a completely different Sasha altogether.

I swallowed, trying not to let the possibility of her not waking up at all creep into my consciousness. But it lay there, insidiously curled inside my mind.

That I didn’t feel the mate bond didn’t make me feel any better. If only my Sasha had listened to me, had heeded the pull on our mate bond, and had not acted so rashly. Then I might be holding her hand now.

I wasn’t aware that Brady had come in until I felt his hand on my shoulder. I jumped, and Brady took his hand away, only to replace it when I sagged in my chair.

“How’s it going?” Brady asked.

I gave him a defeated look.

“That good, huh?” Brady pulled up another chair and sat next to me. “Is this our Sasha?”

“No.” I shook my head. “No, this is not our Sasha. At least, not yet.”

Brady grimaced. “All this time and dimension hopping you two do must be a real mind fuck.”

“You have no idea,” I muttered. I rubbed my thumb along the underside of the other Sasha’s hand, but she just laid there, breathing steadily, not opening her eyes.

“Do you suppose it’s another coma?” Brady asked, voicing my fear.

I shrugged. “I don’t know.”

“And she might wake up as our Sasha,” Brady said hopefully.

I bowed my head. “I don’t know that, either.”

Brady opened his mouth to say some other empty reassurance, but he was cut off when Queen Lena and her entourage of security arrived at the door.

I bolted to my feet. “Queen Lena. What’s going on? What happened to our Sasha, and what was that vortex? Where has she gone? Is she coming back in this body?” My voice shook with fear and anger.

Queen Lena held up her hand to forestall any more questions. “I have used my link to the spirit world and received a message that our Sasha has entered the realm of the White Queens. This is... a place beyond our reach, even mine.”

My heart dropped into my stomach and my voice shook as I spoke. “Is... is she dead?”

“It’s hard to say,” Queen Lena said regretfully. “Her spirit is very much alive. Her body, I’m not sure.”

“How can you not be sure?!” I shouted, at the end of my fraying rope.

“Lucas–” Brady said in a low tone.

“No. I’m tired, tired of this shit, do you hear me?! This is shit you should be handling. I’m tired of bouncing back and forth between realities, not knowing if I’ll ever see my Sasha again or not. I’m tired of dealing with magical forces that are beyond our control. I’m tired of having to save every damned reality when I can’t even save my mate or my baby! Why don’t you try it for a while, and then when someone asks you if you’ll ever see Xander again, you see how you feel when they say, ‘gee, I don’t know.’”

Queen Lena sighed. “I’m sorry, Lucas. I know this is a problem that affects many people over multiple timelines, and it’s beyond what you should be asked to deal with. But Sasha, so far, is the only person who has been able to navigate any of this properly, and you are her mate. I can’t change any of that. We owe you a great debt–”

“I don’t want to be owed ‘a great debt.’ I want my fucking mate and my fucking child and I want to take them away from this whole fucking mess!” I shouted.

“You need some rest, Lucas. We can discuss this further when you’re feeling better,” Queen Lena said softly.

I took a menacing step toward her, and Queen Lena raised a cautious hand, her palm glowing to protect herself.

Brady grabbed me by the shoulders and hauled me back into my seat. “We’ll be fine, Your Majesty. Please don’t mind Lucas. He’s just having a hard time.”

“My thoughts exactly,” Queen Lena replied. She stepped back out of the room, and her entourage of guards folded in around her, all of them glaring at me.

I realized that if Brady hadn’t shoved me back into my seat, the question of whether or not I’d see my Sasha again would have been answered in a very permanent way.

“I’m sorry, Your Majesty,” I murmured, and Queen Lena nodded, then swept away with her guards.

I dropped my head into my hands, using every fiber of my being to hold back tears of rage and frustration.

“Lucas,” Brady said, putting a gentle hand on my back. “There’s a lot at play here. Don’t lose hope. If I’ve learned anything over the past few months, it’s that with you and Sasha involved, anything is possible.”

Taking a deep breath, I looked up at Brady, wondering if I looked as broken as I felt.

I must have, because Brady winced.

“Brady,” I croaked. “I need your help. I need to make this all go away. I need to save my Sasha.”

“You have my help whenever you want it, brother. We’ll find a way to get her back," Brady assured me. "But we need to regroup and come up with a plan."

I scrubbed my hands over my face, feeling the bristles of a new beard under my hands. “I’m trying to imagine what we could possibly do.”

“We don’t have to have the answers right now,” Brady said. “We can wait until Sasha wakes up and we have more information and go forward from there.”

Until Sasha wakes up–which Sasha? I looked glumly at the woman carrying my baby but not my mate bond, as far as I could feel.

“I suppose you’re right,” I conceded. “We can’t rush into things. That’s how we got in this position in the first place.”

A flare of anger burned through me and briefly, I wanted to hunt down my Sasha just to shake her until her teeth came loose. Why did she never listen to me? Why couldn’t she be cautious just once?

But the feeling passed quickly. All I really wanted to do was hold her in my arms and love her, and see our baby born.

“This has got to end, Brady. One way or another, we’re going to set this right and get back to our own lives,” I growled.

“You’ll get there. You two are an unstoppable team. I don’t know if you’ve noticed that,” Brady replied.

I squeezed the other Sasha’s hand. I wondered whether, if I didn’t have my Sasha, we could still be an unstoppable team and get my Sasha back.

“She’s going to wake up, whether it takes two hours or two months. You just have to be patient,” Brady said.

I snorted. “You sound like me when I’m talking to Sasha.”

“Someone has to be the voice of reason,” Brady pointed out.

With a long sigh, I leaned back in my chair and settled in to wait as long as it took.

As for my Sasha... “Our Sasha is strong and resourceful,” I told Brady. “She’ll be okay. She’s probably already working out a way to get back to us.”

“Exactly,” Brady said.

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