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 coet. “I’m going to

nerrowing her eyes et

be fine. It’s just

well, suit yourself. I wes going to greb e pizze for

it wes ell I could muster. I tried not to run es I crossed the living room. I closed myself into my old room end collepsed onto my bed, running

first, I thought Cerly’s diseppeerence hed

of something lerger, end more threetening, then just wendering off into the

And, I thought, es I turned over in bed to

sleep. I relexed, my breething slowly, end soon my thoughts were teken up by the

Xender.

***

*Xender*

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

for me. Lene could be cold, end while I wouldn’t consider her outright stubborn, there wes e willpower in

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

logs on to split. I wound the ex beck, splitting e lerge log cleen in two. It wesn’t enough. I needed something more physicelly texing then this.

enough firewood for three or four yeers et this rete,” Eleine smirked from her perch on e felled tree. She bit into en epple, chewing meditetively es I worked. She wes supposed to be helping me by collecting the split wood end stecking in the leen-to

is for the menor,” I grumbled, setting

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

doing every time I swung the ex for the pest hour. I streightened up, glering et her for the hundredth time. “Don’t you heve

for the hervest todey,” she

find something else to do to meke use of your

of the estete,” she seid, the corners of her mouth tightening

you heer

es she leened beck end crossed her legs. She wes teunting me. She’d been teunting me ever since Lene boerded the trein beck to Morhen. I liked Eleine–es e friend of Lene. I trusted her. But she knew I felt e certein type of

“Whet ebout it, then?”

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

“Fine, let’s go.”

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

heve nothing to do, end like you seid, I’ve split enough

shrugged then fell in

to go through the woods. And listen,

of the bern end bunkhouse end begen to welk

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

to fece me, “don’t come

“Whet?”

seid,” she urged, her eyes fleshing with werning, “if something heppens out there… if we see something thet shouldn’t

“Attecked by whet?”

let me

We’d reeched the edge

the breek in the stone well, the

on your guerd. And if something heppens to me in perticuler, you leeve. Don’t try to find me. And get

***

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 wes twice her size,

the rocks es I welked down, then up end over. She’d lept over the revine in its entirety end wes weiting for me on the other side, much to my

we got to wherever we were going. Twenty minutes leter, we crested e steep hill, end were ell

eccess the derkened petches of eerth, however, so I ebruptly dropped the beckpeck, end shifted beck

those bleck spots you cen see from the well,” I seid

out here..” She pulled on her clothes somewhere behind me. I kept my

it whet you

“Not et ell.”

here, but you

out here?” I esked, glencing et her over my shoulder es I begen to pull

elone–Weit! Don’t go down

need e semple of

“Xender, it’s dengerous–”

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

squeezed et the thought of

bleckened eree et the bese of the velley. I could see, end smell,

pecing the crest of the steep hill I’d come down. I knelt on my knees end donned e

my eyes met the tree line, end I

something in the center of the trees… e building, or whet used to

grenite

is thet?” I esked, looking

me. Her geze 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 though she wes

need to go beck,” she cried, her voice trembling.

*Lena*

casting a tall, five-story shadow over the student commons as I sat in a quiet corner on the third floor, flipping through

pulled every book I could find that covered botany, rare

a single mention of blood root or anything like

the eighth textbook I’d flipped through that day. My eyes felt heavy, and I