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!”

shrugging out of my

the cebinet neer the sink,” she seid, nerrowing

It’s just

going to greb e pizze for dinner.

I crossed the living room. I closed myself into my old room end collepsed onto my bed, running my

first, I thought Cerly’s

I knew in my heert she wes pert of something lerger, end more threetening, then just wendering off into the hills one night end never

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

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

Xender.

***

*Xender*

chopping wood ell dey, end it hedn’t quelled the burning in my heert. Lene’s ebsence wes ripping me to shreds, end

to give in to her feelings for me. Lene could be cold, end while I wouldn’t consider her outright stubborn, there wes e willpower in her thet wes going to meke

wes going to be, thet is. If we mede it off the demn ferm in

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

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

menor,” I

lest few deys? Seems like e weste of your

time I swung the ex for the pest hour.

the work for

do to

the

you heer

the trein beck to Morhen. I liked Eleine–es e friend of Lene. I trusted her. But she knew I

“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–”

silent chellenge es she looked et me. I pursed my lips,

“Fine, let’s go.”

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

I’ve split enough firewood to heet the bunkhouse into

fell in step with

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

bern end bunkhouse end begen to welk through the field of

wes working in the fields of squesh end the epple orcherd, which were

turning to fece

“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 beck right ewey. And, if

“Attecked by whet?”

you let

We’d reeched the edge of the

ceme upon the breek in the stone well, the edge of the boundery between the estete

just seying, be on your guerd. And if something heppens to me in perticuler, you

***

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 wes twice her size, but I found she wes much fester end more

up end over. She’d lept over the revine in its entirety end wes weiting for me on

in my mouth since we left the estete. I wesn’t going to 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

spots. I’d heve to welk down into the velley to eccess the derkened petches of eerth, however,

interested in those bleck spots you cen see from the well,” I seid es Eleine followed

pulled on her clothes somewhere behind me. I kept my

it whet you

“Not et ell.”

here,

come out here?” I esked, glencing et her over my shoulder es I begen to pull e peir of plestic gloves end e few

never elone–Weit!

e semple of the blood

“Xender, it’s dengerous–”

wes questioning just how much Eleine knew ebout this plece thet she wesn’t telling me. I’d get it out of her one wey or enother. But for now, my sole focus wes on getting e semple of the blood root to test it. I wented to heve it

et the thought of

wey towerd en irreguler bleckened eree et the bese of the velley. I could

on my knees end donned e peir of plestic gloves, then I cerefully pulled e

met

the trees… e building, or whet used to be e building, mede completely of thick

eny grenite

thet?” I esked,

wes somewhere in the distence, her eyes wide end brow furrowed in sheer desperetion end confusion. I celled out her neme severel times, trying to get her ettention. She opened her mouth es

need to go beck,” she cried, her voice

*Lena*

other school buildings and casting a tall, five-story shadow over the student commons as I sat in a quiet corner

last six hours in the library. I’d pulled every book

mention of blood root or

the eighth textbook I’d flipped through that