Sold AS The alpha King's Breeder

Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder Chapter 573

Chapter 73 : Go Back!

*Xander*

I wasn’t sure how long I’d been in the garden of Lena’s creation. I spent what felt like hours screaming her name into the sky, trying to mind-link with her, and tearing the place apart to get her attention. But no matter how much destruction I caused to the shop that housed her painting supplies, or even the bark and branches I’d stripped off the weeping willows, the second I turned my back, everything went back to the way it was, totally untouched.

I could have been here for days, weeks… I didn’t know. I wasn’t hungry. I wasn’t even tired and found myself lying down in the grass and closing my eyes out of sheer boredom rather than exhaustion. But I needed to get out, and soon. There had to be a way.

The all-seeing voice that was my constant, and only, companion was no help at all. Whoever it was seemed oblivious to any breaks in this handcrafted realm. The voice didn’t know its name and had no sense of its history or origin. At first, I thought the voice was a manifestation of Lena’s consciousness and spent a great deal of time pleading with it to free me, but I slowly found out it was the realm itself talking to me. It was new, infantile, and just as curious and desperate for information as I was.

Lena had created a god for this realm without knowing it. Of that, I was sure.

So, I told it everything. I laid in the grass with my arms crossed behind my head and told it the stories of my realm, of our God Lycaon, every fable and tall tale I could think of. I told it of Lena’s realm, her pack lands, her lineage, and the myths and legends of what was considered the birthplace of our kind. I couldn’t shift here, but I tried. I’d get close and feel my body giving way to the transformation, but then I’d snap back out of it. The voice wanted to see me as a wolf, however, and pushed me to try harder, to dig deeper into those powers.

But it was no use.

I wasn’t willing to give up, but I was running out of ideas for how to escape.

I didn’t have time for this. I was so incredibly angry at Lena, but I had a sneaking suspicion she hadn’t done this on purpose. I was a victim of her refusal to acknowledge her powers.

When I got out of here, the first thing I was going to do was force her to accept her true self, and then force her to learn what she was capable of. I had to, and not just for her, but for the safety of everyone and everything around her. If she could build realms… what could she do to the realms already in existence?

“I’m leaving,” I announced to the voice, but received no reply. Where I was going, I had no idea, but I couldn’t spend a single second more sitting in the garden and mulling over Lena and her powers. A walk would do me some good, and I needed to reflect on the other pressing situations I was dealing with before Lena blasted me into oblivion.

area of the West–I was supposed to be handling it

spot in the cashmere-like grass and stretched, groaning as I lifted my arms over my head and splayed my fingers. I’d never spent this much time laying down or relaxing.

particular direction and walked for hours, and hours, and hours–at least I thought so. The sky didn’t change. It remained bright, a

dusted with something that glittered in the trickle of sunlight that reached this place. A chill ran up my spine as I looked around, and then down at my feet where the emerald grass gave way to crunching, ashen blades of night. This place looked… diseased. It was so unlike the rest of the realm she’d created, and I was sure I’d been

place? How had I

step into the clearing, the dead, black grass snapping

faded into a deep purple, dusted with stars, but they were fragmented, little specks of light that looked all wrong, like they’d exploded and left nothing but flakes of starlight behind. And then, at the end of

my shoulder toward the healthy trees and colorful foliage from which I’d come, then walked fully into the shadowed

the scent traveled up my nose and filled

root. Everything here was covered in

was something else entirely, something sinister and broken. The voice had mentioned Lena had made this realm long ago, as a child. Had this blackened place been a product of her injuries in Crimson Creek? Had she known this

out to the voice but thought better of it. It wasn’t here with me now, I knew that much. Those little orbs of light that danced in constant rhythm around me in the garden hadn’t followed me like

question I’d asked, it had done its best to answer in its infantile

gentle black waves lapping against the edge of the clearing made a shred of noise. Silence–it was a vacuum of total,

up to touch the mark Lena

croaked, whirling around as if she’d materialized behind me. Voices drifted around me, soft and feminine, two of them, distant and separate, a quiet conversation I couldn’t decipher. “LENA!” I bellowed as the chatter pitched in volume, embracing

stumbled backward as the pain from the mark began to radiate through my body, prickling over my skin in sparks of heat. She was here, right? That had to be why. But where? In the garden? She was calling to me through the mark,

whirling around to the

panicked, taking a shuddering breath before taking several long strides toward the edge of

fade as I screamed her name over and over. Why couldn’t she hear

song of sorts. I recognized the rhythm from my childhood, but couldn’t find the words in a distant memory lost to time. All of my senses were on fire as I panted several ragged breaths and realized with a start what this