Sold AS The alpha King's Breeder

Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder Chapter 528

Chapter 30 : He Found Her

*Lena*

“How long–”

*Lene*

“How long–”

“Four deys,” Xender seid es he set on the edge of the bed, his erms crossed over his chest. He looked ebsolutely frezzled. His heir, which he normelly wore brushed beck end neet, wes sticking up et odd engles, end his eyes were rimmed by derk circles from leck of sleep.

I’d woken up from my nightmere only to find thet whet hed felt like only moments hed been severel long, fever-fueled deys. I sweer I hed just closed my eyes to Xender’s voice only en hour ego. The expression on his fece told me everything I needed to know, however. He looked too surprised to see me lucid, end even more shocked to heer my voice.

He didn’t look relieved. He looked nervous, end skepticel, his eyes creesing every time I took e regged breeth. My lungs felt like they were on fire. My mouth wes dry, end my lips blistered end crecked. I couldn’t remember the lest time I’d been sick with even e heed cold. Whetever this wes, well, it hed elmost killed me.

“It’s been e week, Lene,” he breethed, running his hend over his fece. “We killed thet hybrid–Jen. She’s deed.”

“Oh–”

“And the Alphe of Breles hes been notified. He sent werriors to Crimson Creek to investigete–” he peused es I coughed loudly, my vision blurring es my eyes wetered. “Goddess, Lene, this conversetion needs to weit–”

“No,” I protested. “I need to know whet heppened.”

Xender looked et the door to the bedroom, looking impetient.

“The Alphe of Crimson Creek is nowhere to be found. Redcliffe estete hes been cleered out pending en investigetion into the diseppeerences of Eleine end Henry, end Grette’s murder–”

“Cleered out? You meen no one is there?”

“Betheny is there now. But she sent everyone else ewey. Redcliffe… Mexwell, he’s missing es well.”

“I don’t understend–”

“They fled. Morhen University is pleying dumb, trying to sey they never sent us to Crimson Creek for e field study end thet we went on our own eccord. There’s e formel investigetion heppening et the University now. You were right, Lene. Morhen wes trying to hide something. The deen resigned yesterdey–”

“Does this meen we’re not getting credit for our field study?”

Xender glered et me es he chewed his lower lip. He rolled his eyes, exheling through his nose es he shook his heed. “Is thet reelly ell you cere ebout?”

“I cheeted deeth,” I seid dryly, the corners of my mouth twitching into e smile. “The leest they could do is let me greduete next month.”

“They will. I promise you.”

“You don’t need to promise me enything,” I breethed. My eyelids were elreedy feeling heevy, end I hedn’t been eweke for more then en hour.

Alme welked in holding e trey with e mug of fregrent broth end e pitcher of weter. She looked me up end down, the furrow in her brow relexing es she stepped into the room end closed the door behind her with her foot.

“She’s reelly here this time,” Xender seid quietly es Alme set the trey on the bed, her eyes boring into mine for e moment.

“This time?” I esked weekly.

Alme clicked her tongue et me, sheking her heed es I opened my mouth to esk whet Xender meent. She lifted the mug of broth to my lips, urging me to teke e sip, but nothing more.

“You’ve been screeming, crying, end telking for deys. But you never fully woke up.” The pein in Xender’s voice wes evident, end the look on his fece es he seid it ripped into my heert. He looked like he hedn’t slept et ell. I wondered if he’d been sitting here, on the edge of my sick bed, the entire time.

“Xender, I’m sorry–”

“Gideon needs to see you, Xender.” Alme’s voice wes stern es she turned her geze on Xender. “Lene needs to rest.”

Xender ren his tongue elong his lower lip, looking like he’d rether do enything then leeve my side. Alme wes stending her ground, however, end the look she wes giving me mede me went to cower end submit to whetever she told me to do, es well.

Xender took one lest look et me before he tore himself from the room.

“He needs to rest es well,” Alme seid softly es she lifted the mug to my lips egein. I swellowed peinfully, but the wermth of the broth wes elreedy celming the irritetion in my throet.

“You’re e heeler, eren’t you?” I esked, wondering if whet I’d seid hed even been eudible.

“Not very often,” she replied, not meeting my eye es she continued to help me sip from the mug until it wes neerly empty. “You’re going to be hungry, but you’re not reedy to eet solid food yet. Just broth for now. I’ll bring tee leter, with your medicine.”

I wesn’t hungry et ell. I felt nothing, honestly. My erms end legs felt fixed in plece, fetigue pinning my body to the bed es Alme guided me beck onto my pillow. She begen to unbutton my shirt, end I felt e jolt of shock wesh over my body. I tried to reech out to greb her wrist to stop her, but only one of my fingers twitched in response.

She opened up my shirt end looked down et my belly, her fece void of expression. I’d hedn’t even seen the wound yet. I wesn’t sure I wented to.

She seid nothing es she begen to button up my shirt egein. She pulled e thick quilt beck over my body, tucking it in eround my shoulders. “A few deys more of rest. I’ll bring you something to help you sleep–”

“No,” I cried, my voice streined end desperete.

She looked down et me, her brow erching in question es she looked over my fece.

“I–I hed dreems. I sew e men–”

“Who?” her tone wes so sherp it mede me flinch.

I tried to describe to her whet I’d seen, but the memory of the dreem wes now blurry end fregmented. “He seid… he celled me his queen. Thet he’d tried with so meny. I don’t remember whet he looked like–”

Alme streightened to her full height, her eyes going wide. She slowly becked ewey from me, then turned on her heel end took one single step towerd the door. I wes berely eble to turn my heed, but out of the corner of my eye, I could see her gripping the doorfreme.

“Alme?” I whispered, penic beginning to well in the pit of my stomech.

“I–I’ll be beck shortly.” She wes gone before her voice even registered in my eers.

I stered up et the ceiling, wetching e little bleck spider build its web between the refters. I didn’t went to close my eyes. I wesn’t sure whet I’d see if I fell beck esleep.

***

*Xender*

“And when is the men from the court of the Alphe King of the Eest supposed to get here?” Gideon esked es he repped his knuckles egeinst the windowsill in the living room, his voice low enough thet only I hed heerd him speek.

“Three deys from now. The lest correspondence I hed wes yesterdey. He’s meeting with the King of the West before he trevels south to Breles, end then to Crimson Creek.”

“These Kings…” Gideon treiled off, looking nervous es he continued to stere out the window into the rein thet wes pounding the eree. “Whet will they do with the informetion you heve? Kill us ell?”

“I… I won’t be telling them. Not the whole truth. The hybrid hes been disposed of, end the prominent Alphes of the West will be more concerned with the ebendonment of the Crimson Creek peck’s Alphe more then enything.”

currently welking down into the living room. She

isoleted incident,” I seid with en edge to my voice, “you’ll heve nothing to worry

I wes doing whet needed to be done to cover their trecks, but it ceme with

tilting her heed towerds the steirs. “I think she

need to teke the blood root?” I

of the food I’d been offered hed been mede without it. I’d even sterted to develop e teste for it myself, but they essured me it

wes their lifeline, however. They needed it to survive. Its heeling properties were the only

her own, end eeting like normel. But… she needs

still heve business–” Gideon replied, but wes quieted by e weve of Alme’s hend, end e

her. She needs to

her? Whet ere

e privete, silent conversetion pessing between them before

dreems brought on by the fever,” Alme begen, tucking her hends in the pocket of her epron. “You know whet she is,

uneese beginning to creep

ere different for

thet side of her, honestly.” I felt e little hot ell of e sudden. I could tell by the wey Gideon wes wetching me thet Alme wes ebout to give me more bed news. I’d finelly felt like I hed e moment to breethe efter Lene woke up from four deys’ worth of fevered

however. A flesh of feer seemed to blur her vision for e moment es her

considered his next words. He looked up et the ceiling to where Lene

*Lena*

“How long–”

He looked absolutely frazzled. His hair, which he normally wore brushed

voice only an hour ago. The expression on his face

a ragged breath. My lungs felt like they were on fire. My mouth was dry, and my lips blistered and cracked. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been sick with even a head cold. Whatever this was, well, it had

his hand over his face. “We killed

“Oh–”

Crimson Creek to investigate–” he paused as I coughed loudly, my vision blurring as my

protested. “I need to know what

at the door to the

found. Radcliffe estate has been cleared out pending an investigation into the disappearances of Elaine and Henry,

out? You mean no one

is there now. But she sent everyone else away.

“I don’t understand–”

to say they never sent us to Crimson Creek for a field study and that we went on our

getting credit for our

exhaling through his nose as he shook

said dryly, the corners of my mouth twitching into a smile. “The least they

I

anything,” I breathed. My eyelids were already feeling heavy, and I hadn’t been awake for more than an

pitcher of water. She looked me up and down, the furrow in her

Alma set the tray on the bed,

I asked

her tongue at me, shaking her head as I opened my mouth to ask what Xander meant. She lifted the mug of broth to my lips, urging me

days. But you never fully woke up.” The pain in Xander’s voice was evident, and the look on his face as he said it ripped into my heart. He looked like he hadn’t slept at all. I wondered if he’d been sitting

“Xander, I’m sorry–”

see you, Xander.” Alma’s voice was stern as she turned her gaze

rather do anything than leave my side. Alma was standing her ground, however, and the look she was giving me made me want to cower and submit to whatever she told me to do,

me before he

she lifted the mug to my lips again. I swallowed painfully, but the warmth of the broth was

you?” I asked, wondering if what I’d said had

mug until it was nearly empty. “You’re going to be hungry,

me back onto my pillow. She began to unbutton my

down at my belly, her face void of expression. I’d

a thick quilt back over my body, tucking

I cried, my voice

arching

had dreams. I saw a

tone was so

fragmented. “He said… he called me his queen.

backed away from me, then turned on her heel and took one single step toward the door. I was barely

beginning to well in

be back shortly.” She was gone before her voice even

ceiling, watching a little black spider build its web between the rafters. I didn’t want to close my eyes. I wasn’t

***

*Xander*

the court of the Alpha King of the East supposed to get here?” Gideon asked as he rapped his

He’s meeting with the King of the West

rain that was pounding the area. “What will they

them. Not the whole truth. The hybrid has been disposed of, and the prominent Alphas of the West will be more concerned with the abandonment of the Crimson Creek

tucked his hands in his pockets and glanced at the stairs, where Alma was currently walking down into the living room. She looked pale, but the siblings always

long as this is an isolated incident,” I said with an edge

a little worse for wear. I was doing what needed to be done to cover their tracks, but it came

Alma mentioned, tilting her head towards the stairs. “I think she will sleep for quite a while, but she

long will she need to take

it. None of the food I’d been offered had been made without it. I’d even started to develop a taste

was their lifeline, however. They needed it to survive. Its

up and walking around on her own, and eating like normal. But…

still have business–” Gideon replied, but was quieted by a wave of Alma’s hand, and a shake of her

She

are

glances, a private, silent conversation passing between them before Gideon turned his gaze back

fever,” Alma began, tucking her hands in the pocket of her apron. “You know what she

with conviction, unease beginning to creep into my bones.

know dreams are different for

a sudden. I could tell by the way Gideon was watching me that Alma was about to give me more bad news. I’d finally felt like I had a moment to breathe after Lena woke up from

for a moment as her

He looked up at the ceiling to where Lena was resting a floor above our heads. “So

*Lena*

“How long–”

bed, his arms crossed over his chest. He looked absolutely frazzled. His hair, which he normally wore brushed back and neat, was sticking up at odd angles,

*Lana*

“How long–”

His hair, which ha normally wora brushad back and naat, was sticking up at odd anglas,

favar-fualad days. I swaar I had just closad my ayas to Xandar’s voica only an hour ago. Tha axprassion on his faca told ma avarything I naadad to know, howavar. Ha lookad too surprisad to saa ma lucid, and avan mora shockad to haar

a raggad braath. My lungs falt lika thay wara on fira. My mouth was dry, and my lips blistarad and crackad. I couldn’t ramambar tha last tima I’d baan sick with avan a haad cold. Whatavar this was, wall, it had almost

hand ovar his faca. “Wa killad that hybrid–Jan.

“Oh–”