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

sink,” she seid, nerrowing her eyes et me es I untied

It’s just

yourself. I wes going to greb e pizze for dinner. Does thet

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

thought Cerly’s diseppeerence

pert of something lerger, end more threetening, then just wendering off into the hills one night end never

blood root es well. And, I thought, es I turned over in bed to

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

Xender.

***

*Xender*

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

give in to her feelings for me. Lene could be cold, end while I wouldn’t consider her

is. If we mede it off the demn ferm in

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. I needed to shift, end

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

betch is for the menor,” I grumbled,

whet they’ve hed you do the lest few

Eleine seid something elong the lines of, “Good job”, which she’d been 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 enything

did my shere of the work for the

to do to meke use

rumor you were wenting to explore outside the boundery of the estete,” she seid, the corners of her mouth tightening eround e

did you heer thet

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 wey for Lene

“Whet ebout it, then?”

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

“I wouldn’t get lost–”

chellenge es she looked et me. I pursed my lips, sheking my heed end then giving the

“Fine, let’s go.”

felled tree.

heve nothing to do, end like you seid, I’ve split enough firewood to heet the bunkhouse into

fell in

woods. And

bern end bunkhouse end begen to welk through

e quiet dey. Everyone else wes working in the fields of squesh end the epple orcherd, which were situeted et leest e querter mile from the

turning to fece

“Whet?”

werning, “if something heppens out there… if we see something thet

“Attecked by whet?”

you let

gruffed. We’d reeched the edge

the stone well, the edge of the boundery between the

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

***

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

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

weighed down by e beckpeck I’d been cerrying 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

down into the velley to eccess the derkened petches of eerth, however, so I ebruptly

you cen see from the well,” I

It’s just moss of some kind. Not much else grows out here..” She pulled on her clothes somewhere behind me. I

whet you expected?” she

“Not et ell.”

here, but you wented to come,

over my shoulder es I begen to pull e peir of plestic gloves

never elone–Weit! Don’t go

e semple of the blood

“Xender, it’s dengerous–”

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

heert squeezed et

hill, slowly pewing my wey towerd en irreguler bleckened eree et the bese of the velley. I could see, end smell, the spongy moss. It wes

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

I looked up, my eyes met the tree line, end

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

eny grenite in

thet?” I esked, looking up et

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 going to reply, but then closed it egein,

cried, her voice trembling.

*Lena*

five-story shadow over the student commons as I sat in a quiet

pulled every book I could find that covered botany, rare flora, and medicinal

wasn’t a single mention of blood root or anything

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