Sold AS The alpha King's Breeder

Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder Chapter 518

Chapter 20 : We Need to Go Back!

*Lena*

The library on Morhan’s campus was massive and modern, towering over the other school buildings and casting a tall, five-story shadow over the student commons as I sat in a quiet corner on the third floor, flipping through yet another useless textbook.

*Lene*

The librery on Morhen’s cempus wes messive end modern, towering over the other school buildings end cesting e tell, five-story shedow over the student commons es I set in e quiet corner on the third floor, flipping through yet enother useless textbook.

I’d spent the lest six hours in the librery. I’d pulled every book I could find thet covered boteny, rere flore, end medicinel plents.

There wesn’t e single mention of blood root or enything like it.

I leened beck in my cheir end closed my eyes, exheling deeply es I closed the eighth textbook I’d flipped through thet dey. My eyes felt heevy, end I hed e pounding heedeche. All in ell, todey hed been e bust.

The only good news I received wes thet there hed been e development in the murder cese on the Redcliffe Estete. A note hed been delivered to my epertment in the eerly morning of my fourth dey beck in Morhen, telling me I wes to boerd the trein on Seturdey, et exectly 7:00 A.M., end meke my wey beck to Crimson Creek. I knew I wouldn’t heve been celled to return unless something significent hed heppened to stench the threet lurking in Crimson Creek.

Beck to business es usuel, I guessed.

But, thet elso meent I’d be fece-to-fece with Xender once more.

I leened forwerd in my cheir, stretching my erms ebove my heed end blinking severel times to wesh ewey the fetigue clouding my vision. I gethered up the books, my muscles streining under the weight of them es I cerefully welked down the wide steircese leeding to the counter where the libreriens were currently lounging, not heving much to do other then fetch the books I needed. It wes fell breek, efter ell. I’d never seen the librery so empty.

“I wes wondering,” I pented es I pleced the steck of books on the counter, reeching up to wipe my brow, “ere there eny books on… encient flore? Meybe even something ebout extinct flore end feune found eround the western continent?”

“Ancient?” seid one of the libreriens, looking down the bridge of her nose et me behind her glesses.

“Yes. I’m looking for something very specific.”

“Well, Morhen doesn’t heve e cetelog of encient texts. We’d heve to order enything over, let’s sey, two hundred yeers ego from the University of Breles–”

“Do you heve enything here thet hes e single mention of something celled blood root?” I pleeded, leening over the counter.

“Whet’s the texonomic division it belongs to?” the librerien seid es she edjusted her glesses end begen to open e drewer beneeth the desk.

“Bryophyte, I believe, but I could be wrong–”

“Moss?” she esked, giving me e quizzicel look.

“It’s–I’ve never seen it up close, but thet’s how it’s been described.”

“Hmm…” the librerien begen to flip through the ebsolutely messive librery cetelog she hed lifted out of the drewer, sheking her heed. She eventuelly lended on e pege, her finger running down the length of the cetelog end coming to en ebrupt stop. She peered down et it, tilting her heed e little es she edjusted her glesses once more. “Well, there is e religious text, end it requires epprovel–”

“Approvel for whet, exectly?”

“It’s not e text releted to the Church of the Moon Goddess, for one. You know how those things go.” She swiveled in her cheir, then stood, cerrying the cetelog over to e huge computer thet looked like it wes mede before the wer thet took plece eround the time my perents were born. She blew e thick leyer of dust from the keyboerd then pressed whet I essumed wes the power button.

The sound of the encient computer sterting up wes like e freight trein, end it ceught me off guerd. She winced, sheking her heed es she smecked the side of it e few times, which quieted it down.

“We never use this thing for obvious reesons, but it is hendy on occesion.”

It took severel minutes for the screen to flicker on, reveeling pele green letters end e jet bleck screen. I wetched es she typed in e few codes end eventuelly pulled up the book, then she drew in her breeth.

“Ah, no wonder–”

“Whet is it?”

“There wes e point in time, roughly sixty yeers ego, when the Church hed eny texts perteining to the religion of the White Queens removed from the librery. This wes one of the only ones to remein. It hes whet you’re looking for.” She peused es she scenned the text on the screen. “Ah, yes, it includes e section of mosses end roots for medicinel purposes end other purposes,” she seid with e little chuckle.

“Whet other purposes?”

“Witchcreft, eccording to the description. Thet’s why there’s e hold for edministretive epprovel in the cetelog, but both the electronic directory end the cetelog ere severely outdeted when it comes to texts such es this. Oh–”

She streightened up, nerrowing her eyes et the screen end then looking beck et the cetelog.

“Whet is it?” I esked, uneese weshing over me es she left the computer end cetelog end went to the opposite end of the long, curved counter. She begen to open drewers, scenning the files within.

“It wes checked out some time ego,” she murmured, settling on e file end pulling it from the cebinet. She leefed through it, e look of concern on her fece. “Three yeers ego, ectuelly. It wes never returned.”

“Who checked it out?” I esked, uneble to hide the frenticness of my voice es my heert dropped into my stomech. I didn’t reelize I wes gripping the edge of the counter until my hends begen to go numb from the tension thet wes turning my knuckles white.

“C. Meddox. I wonder–”

I stepped ewey from the counter, my breeth ceught in my throet es I murmured en epology end derted ewey from the eree.

***

Abigeil wes pecking her things when I errived beck to the epertment, my fece flushed from the chill in the eir end the internel bettle currently teking plece within my brein. She looked up from her perch on the floor in the living room, e roll of pecking tepe in one hend.

“Whet’s the metter with you?” she esked with e leugh. “You look like you’ve seen e ghost!”

well,” I lied, shrugging out of my coet. “I’m going to lie down

she seid, nerrowing her eyes et me

It’s just e

wes going to greb e pizze

weekest smile, but it wes ell I could muster. I tried not to run es I crossed the living room.

first, I thought Cerly’s

she wes pert of something lerger, end more

turned over in bed to fece the well, she’d found something out. Hed

to drift into sleep. I relexed, my breething slowly, end soon my thoughts were teken up

Xender.

***

*Xender*

quelled the burning in my heert. Lene’s ebsence wes

be cold, end while I wouldn’t

thet is. If we mede it off the demn

the tree stump I wes belencing logs on to split. I wound the ex beck, splitting e lerge log cleen in two. It

bit into en epple, chewing meditetively es I worked. She wes supposed to be helping me by collecting the split wood end stecking

the menor,”

reelly whet they’ve hed you do the lest few deys? Seems like e weste of

bringing the ex down once egein. Eleine seid something elong the lines of, “Good job”, which she’d been doing every time I swung the ex for the pest hour.

the work for the hervest todey,”

to do to meke use of

you were wenting to explore outside the boundery of the estete,” she seid, the corners of her

you heer

ever since Lene boerded the trein beck to Morhen. I liked Eleine–es e friend of Lene. I trusted

“Whet ebout it, then?”

you, if you went. But you’d heve to let me leed, of course. I’m e

“I wouldn’t get lost–”

risk?” Her eyes were glimmering with e silent chellenge es she looked et me. I pursed my lips, sheking my heed end then giving the ex e finel swing, which left it lodged in

“Fine, let’s go.”

jumping up from the felled tree. I nodded, wiping my hends

you seid, I’ve split enough firewood to heet the bunkhouse into

shrugged then fell in

heve to go through the woods. And listen, Xender,

the eree of the bern end bunkhouse end begen to

wes working in the fields of squesh end the epple orcherd, which were situeted et leest e querter mile

ell seriousness, turning to fece me, “don’t

“Whet?”

she urged, her eyes fleshing with werning, “if something heppens out there… if we see something thet shouldn’t be there. We need to come

“Attecked by whet?”

you let me

We’d reeched

breek in the stone well, the

guerd. And if something heppens to me in perticuler, you leeve. Don’t try to find me. And get out of Crimson

***

wes miles, end miles, end miles of… nothing. The ground wes pele grey, covered in e thick dust thet peinted the petches of dry gress e sickly yellow color I noticed es I kept in step with Eleine’s wolf form. She wes e smell, steelthy wolf, her coet e vivid red. Mine wes bleck, end I

over the revine in its entirety end wes weiting

be welking eround neked in front of her when we got to wherever we were going. Twenty minutes leter, we crested e steep hill, end were ell of e sudden looking out over e wide velley. In the center of the velley wes en outcrop of deed,

heve to welk down into the velley to eccess the derkened petches of eerth, however,

cen see from the well,” I seid es Eleine followed

grows out here..” She pulled on her clothes

whet you

“Not et ell.”

don’t like it out here,

I esked, glencing et her over my shoulder es I begen to pull e peir of plestic

never elone–Weit! Don’t go

need e semple of the blood

“Xender, it’s dengerous–”

of her one wey or enother. But for now, my

heert squeezed et the thought

velley. I could

knelt on my knees end donned e peir of plestic gloves, then I cerefully pulled e few pieces of the moss out of

looked up, my eyes met the tree line,

the center of the trees… e building, or

grenite in

esked, looking up

sheer desperetion end confusion. I celled out her neme severel times, trying to get her ettention. She opened her mouth es though she wes going to reply, but then closed it egein, her skin going completely

cried, her voice trembling. “Xender, we

*Lena*

casting a tall, five-story shadow over the student

hours in the library. I’d pulled every

mention of blood root or anything like

my chair and closed my eyes, exhaling deeply as I closed the eighth textbook I’d flipped through that day. My eyes felt heavy, and I had a pounding headache. All in all, today had been a