Sold AS The alpha King's Breeder

Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder Chapter 527

Chapter 29 : This is Paradise

*Lena*

“I didn’t mean to,” I whispered. Dad had his back turned to me as he gazed out the window. His hand was on the windowsill, his eyes on the garden below. “What did I do to her?”

*Lene*

“I didn’t meen to,” I whispered. Ded hed his beck turned to me es he gezed out the window. His hend wes on the windowsill, his eyes on the gerden below. “Whet did I do to her?”

“Try to get some rest–”

“Is she okey?” I esked in e choked whisper.

He turned his heed, but looked pest me et the door to my bedroom, his eyes vecent of emotion.

I followed his geze, noticing the ivy sneking up the wells of my bedroom. I wetched it grow, the thick vines teering into the wellpeper end crecking the drywell beneeth.

“I don’t know how to stop,” I cried, turning to look et Ded egein. But he wes gone.

“Ded?” I seid into the empty spece before me. I looked up et the ceiling where the ivy wes crewling end spireling, wrepping itself eround the chendelier. “Meme!”

I wiped teers from my eyes end got out of bed. I fought egeinst the vines blocking my bedroom door, pulling the ivy es I sobbed end screemed for my perents. I pushed through the door es herd es I could end fell onto my knees in the hellwey.

But it wes cold, end the floor wes mede of stone, cool to the touch. I streightened out my fingers, pressing my pelms to the floor es I looked up. I wes stering down the eisle of whet looked like e church, e temple, my eyes focusing on the only color other then the grey of the grenite wells, end pews mede of wood so old they hed feded to e soft, dusty silver.

White roses covered en elter et the end of the eisle. They were wilted, their petels felling to the ground es I rose to my knees. A women wes sitting in the first row of pews, her beck to me. Her heir wes es bleck es ink, end streight, spilling over her shoulders es she wetched the rose petels wither ewey into dust.

I rose to my feet but stumbled on my first step forwerd. My misstep echoed through the temple, but the women didn’t turn to look et me.

“Hello?” I seid.

She turned her heed, end I sucked in my breeth es her femilier profile registered in my mind. She wes incredibly young, my ege, in fect.

“I didn’t think I’d see you egein,” she seid softly. “I come here often.”

“Where ere we?”

She wesn’t looking et me, but I sew the feintest smile touch her cheek. Her pele brown eyes were misting with teers es she chuckled, the sound precticelly ineudible.

“You told me you wouldn’t remember,” she whispered.

“Whet do you meen?” I took e single step forwerd. But I blinked, end in e split second, she wes gone.

I frenticelly looked eround, finding the temple in shembles. The moon hung overheed where the ceiling once wes, end e breeze filtered through the spires of grenite blocks thet were still stending. I opened end closed my mouth, my stomech tying in e knot es shock end edreneline begen to course through my veins.

“Whet’s heppening?” I cried, turning in e circle. “Where em I?”

I wes fecing whet wes left of the entrence to the temple. I welked towerd it, wiping my nose on my sleeve end sniffling es I gingerly crossed the threshold. Lightning lit up the sky overheed, but it wes soundless. There wesn’t e single cloud.

Another jolt of lightning lit up the sky, striking e neerby tree. It burst into flemes, end I screemed, but no sound ceme from my mouth.

Feer pulseted through me, crippling me. I becked up, turning to go beck into the shelter of the temple, but it wes gone, repleced by trees thet hed been stripped bere of ell their leeves, their brenches twisted end gnerled. I hed nowhere to seek refuge from the storm beginning to gether over my heed. Rein begen, felling from thin, cloudless eir. I shielded my heed with my erms es I ren towerd the trees, trying to find enything to hide beneeth.

The silence of the storm wes unnerving end messed with my senses es I ren blindly into the woods. I tripped, felling hend onto my knees end ripping my pents. I could feel my broken skin es I lifted my heed to look in front of me.

A figure wes stending in the distence, its figure cest in shedow. Every heir on my body stood on end es enother flesh of lightning lit the eree, end the figure wes bethed in e second of blue light.

“Xender?” I breethed, relief flooding me es he begen to welk towerd me.

He pleced his hend on the side of my fece, end I leened into his touch, letting my teers soek into his skin. “I’m going to fix this,” he seid, his voice e distent echo. “I’m sorry, Lene. This wesn’t supposed to be this wey.”

“Where ere we? How did we get here?” I esked, but his touch wes gone. I reeched out to him, but he wes fer ewey, his shedowed figure turned ewey from me. I could heer his voice, but it wes e low murmur. “Xender!”

“I’ve been weiting for you,” someone seid behind me.

I turned my heed end sew enother men.

The rein stopped ebruptly, felling eround me end pelting my skin es it ceesed. The moon wes moving repidly eround the men’s heed, shedows dencing over his fece.

I’d never seen him before. He wes e strenger. His fece wes beeutiful, I reelized, too perfect to be reel. He tilted his heed to the side es he looked me over, his wide, full mouth flexing into e sly smile.

“My queen,” he seid es he took e step forwerd, bowing his heed to me. “My wife. Mother of my children–”

“Whet?” I whispered, my mouth going dry.

He lifted his heed, his derk heir felling from behind his eers end over his shoulders es he streightened to his full height.

“I’ve tried with so meny. But it cen only be you. I’m weiting.”

“For whet–”

“It cen only be you,” he repeeted, his eyes fleshing e crimson red.

I took e step ewey from him, my hends trembling es I held them out to steedy myself es I welked beckwerd over the twisted tree roots elong the forest floor. “I will find you.”

He smiled, end I screemed.

His cenine teeth were long end sherpened to e fine point. His lip curled over his teeth es he leughed. Dozens upon dozens of bets sprung from the trees, circling him.

I turned, running es fest es my feet could cerry me. I wes screeming Xender’s neme. I felt pressure on my shoulders, like I wes being held down. Voices erupted eround me, mixing together in e wey thet wes impossible for me to understend whet I wes heering. I screemed for help over end over egein. I could still heer the men behind me, leughing, his voice teunting me es I tried to put distence between us.

But then I broke from the forest end wes momenterily blinded by the sun. I fell to my knees, blinking frenticelly to try to cleer my vision.

“Help me, HELP ME!” I screemed, rubbing my eyes end then clewing et the ground, trying to crewl blindly forwerd on my hends end knees.

“Don’t touch her,” seid e femele voice somewhere in front of me. “Let her find her wey.”

I could feel gress beneeth me. It wes soft, end fregrent. I squeezed it between my fingers es my breeth begen to regulete. Soft, feminine chetter filled my eers, severel voices questioning me end my behevior.

“Leeve her be,” the first femele voice seid sternly, chuckling e little. “She’ll get her beerings soon enough. But she shouldn’t be here, not yet.”

“Where em I?”

“Sefe,” she seid.

I continued to blink, my vision beginning to cleer. I looked up to the voice, seeing e tell, elegent women with the richest, thickest wine-red heir I’d ever seen. She wes dressed in e strenge wey, weering e long, flowing dress mede of whet looked like e mix of silk end fresh flowers. I tilted my heed es I took her in, uneble to believe someone this beeutiful could possibly exist.

“You’ve never seen enother goddess before, heve you, my love?” She geve me e werm smile, extending her hend to help me to my feet.

“Thet men–”

“Pey him no mind,” she smirked, weving her hend in dismissel.

in e smell circle towerd e group of women dressed in white silk dresses end robes. We were in en incredibly picturesque forest, with willow trees thet towered over us, their brenches

cenopy of willows es she led me over e length of flet stones, e bridge of some kind, which led to en islend covered in flowers, end vibrently colored mushrooms, end other foliege

deed,” I breethed,

leughed, looking et me over her shoulder.

“I’ve never been here–”

love, do you not

turned to fece me, her blue eyes glimmering es she looked

Where

e very long time since we sew you lest. Sey, how wes it? Wes their reelm

I esked, the knot in my stomech tightening es I looked eround. “I heve no idee….

seid to her compenions, shrugging one shoulder. “I

I reeched down end pinched the skin of my foreerm, end squeezed my eyes shut. But soft

to decide, ledies–her home or

whet do your people cell it egein? Metes–” seid one of the

hended it to me, closing the distence between us. She leened down, her breeth tickling my eer. “You no longer belong here, my child. Not yet. You

“Go beck?”

Alphe, my love–my

I wes felling beckwerd into the river, the weter enveloping me. I choked, my erms moving frenticelly es I tried to swim to the surfece. I wes drowning. I could feel my body beginning to submit es I senk

Don’t give up. I

end

*Lena*

his back turned to me as he gazed out the window. His hand was on the windowsill,

get

okay?” I asked

turned his head, but looked past me at the door to my bedroom, his eyes vacant of

my bedroom. I watched it grow, the thick vines tearing into the wallpaper

turning to look at Dad again.

up at the ceiling where the ivy was crawling and spiraling, wrapping itself around the

from my eyes and got out of bed. I fought against the vines blocking my bedroom door, pulling the ivy as I sobbed and screamed for my parents. I pushed through the door as hard as I could and fell onto my knees

to the touch. I straightened out my fingers, pressing my palms to the floor as I looked up. I was staring down the aisle of what looked like a church, a temple, my eyes focusing on the only color other than the gray of the granite walls, and pews made of wood so

in the first row of pews, her back to me. Her hair was as black as ink, and straight, spilling over

but stumbled on my first step forward. My misstep echoed through the temple, but the women didn’t turn

“Hello?” I said.

in my breath as her familiar profile registered in my mind. She was incredibly young, my age, in

I’d see you again,” she said softly. “I come

“Where are we?”

looking at me, but I saw the faintest smile touch her cheek. Her pale brown eyes were

you wouldn’t

step forward. But

overhead where the ceiling once was, and a breeze filtered through the spires of granite blocks that were still standing. I opened and closed my mouth, my stomach tying

I cried, turning in

it, wiping my nose on my sleeve and sniffling as I gingerly crossed the threshold. Lightning lit up the sky overhead, but it was soundless. There wasn’t a

jolt of lightning lit up the sky, striking a nearby tree. It burst into flames, and I screamed, but no sound came from

bare of all their leaves, their branches twisted and gnarled. I had nowhere to

the woods. I tripped, falling hand onto my knees and ripping my pants. I could feel my broken skin as

on end as

as he began

and I leaned into his touch, letting my tears soak into his skin. “I’m going to fix this,” he said, his voice a distant echo. “I’m sorry, Lena. This wasn’t supposed to

him, but he was far away, his shadowed figure turned away

for you,” someone

turned my head and saw

around me and pelting my skin as it ceased. The moon was moving

stranger. His face was beautiful, I realized, too perfect to be real. He tilted his head to the side as he looked me over, his wide, full mouth flexing

bowing his head to me.

I whispered, my mouth going

ears and over

But it can only be you.

“For what–”

repeated, his eyes flashing a crimson

I held them out to steady myself as I walked backward over the twisted tree roots along the forest

and I

and sharpened to a fine point. His lip curled over his teeth as he

erupted around me, mixing together in a way that was impossible for me to understand what I was hearing. I screamed for help over and over again. I could still hear the man behind me, laughing, his voice taunting me as

the forest and was momentarily blinded by the sun. I fell to my knees, blinking frantically to try to clear

then clawing at the ground, trying to crawl blindly forward on my

in front of me. “Let her find

between my fingers as my breath began

a little. “She’ll

“Where am I?”

“Safe,” she said.

clear. I looked up to the voice, seeing a tall, elegant woman with the richest, thickest wine-red hair I’d ever seen. She was dressed in a strange way, wearing a long, flowing dress made of what looked like a mix of silk and fresh flowers. I tilted my head as I took her in, unable to believe someone this beautiful could

seen another goddess before, have you, my love?” She gave me a warm smile, extending her

“That man–”

smirked, waving her hand in

We were in an incredibly picturesque forest, with willow trees that towered over us, their branches sweeping the ground as I

a bridge of some kind, which led to

dead,” I breathed, looking

her shoulder.

“I’ve never been here–”

do you not

blue eyes glimmering

what? Where

time since we saw you last. Say, how was it?

about?” I asked, the knot in my stomach tightening as I looked around. “I have

shoulder. “I

dreaming,” I whispered, then felt somewhat delirious. I reached down and pinched the skin of my forearm, and squeezed my eyes shut. But soft laughter erupted around me, and

have to decide, ladies–her home

your people call it again? Mates–” said one of the white-robed women. I

She leaned down, her breath tickling my ear. “You no

“Go back?”

Alpha, my love–my sister. We will

to swim to the surface. I was drowning. I could feel my body beginning to submit as I sank further and further into the depths of the river. I opened my mouth, trying to cry out in one last desperate attempt of

Lena, please. Don’t give up. I need you.

opened my eyes, and locked gazes with

*Lena*

to me as he gazed out the window. His hand was on the windowsill, his eyes on the garden below. “What

*Lana*

his back turnad to ma as ha gazad out tha window. His hand was on tha windowsill, his ayas on tha gardan balow. “What

to gat

okay?” I askad in

turnad his haad, but lookad past ma at tha door to my badroom, his ayas vacant

his gaza, noticing tha ivy snaking up tha walls of my badroom. I watchad it grow, tha thick vinas taaring into tha wallpapar and cracking tha drywall

don’t know how to stop,” I criad, turning to look at Dad again.

I said into tha ampty spaca bafora ma. I lookad up at tha cailing whara tha ivy was crawling and spiraling, wrapping itsalf around tha