Sold AS The alpha King's Breeder

Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder Chapter 580

Chapter 80 : Fight for Her

*Lena*

Water lapped at my toes as I stood on the shore of a rocky beach. Long ropes of orange kelp clung to rocks, drifting lazily anytime a rogue wave sucked them back toward the gray, swirling water.

None of this was real–not the mountains, not the temple built into a cliff face of pure granite, not the endless ocean or star-dappled sky.

I’d been here before. I’d walked along this same beach and entered the temple the night I got lost in a nightmare, the one brought on by the injuries I’d sustained when I fought with Xander and Bethany against Jen in the hills outside of Crimson Creek. I’d talked to a much younger version of my mother inside the temple.

I’d been standing on the beach for what felt like hours now. The cold spray of the ocean burned my cheeks, and I tasted salt on my lips.

Who would be there when I went inside this time? My mother? Xander? Someone else?

I hugged myself, running my hands over a thick knit cardigan I’d never seen before. It was nothing I had in my closet, that was for sure, but it was beautiful. Little silver beads shaped like stars were woven into the thick wool, and the beads caught the gray light of the overcast, drizzly day as I surrendered myself to whatever, or whoever, awaited me in the temple.

This was another realm, I realized–an old one, one lost entirely to time.

I walked to the temple, smoothing my hands over the symbols in the heavy wooden doors, and walked inside.

But I didn’t walk into the temple. I was somewhere new, somewhere unfamiliar. Dark floral wallpaper covered the walls, bordered by trim in the darkest wood imaginable, polished to a sparkling finish. A fire crackled in the hearth, perfectly warm against the snow sticking to several frosted windows on the other side of the room. I stepped inside, closing the door behind me as I took in the plush rugs and couches, the bookshelves that spanned the walls and brushed against the domed ceiling.

“I was wondering when you were going to come inside,” my mother said, and I snapped my head in her direction. She was sitting on the floor on the far side of the room, most of her body hidden by a couch with purple velvet cushions draped in cream-colored blankets. She peaked around the couch, her hair pulled back in a low bun against the nape of her neck. Her hazel eyes shone with a happiness I hadn’t seen in years.

But then my eyes caught a shadow moving beneath the couch, where four wooden legs held it off the floor by mere inches. I scanned the room, my gaze settled on a trail of… toys–wooden blocks with the alphabet carved into the sides, a babydoll, a rocking horse.

I looked back at my mother, who was watching me closely, her eyes searching mine for understanding.

“Are you alright?” she asked, concern lining her delicate features.

I opened my mouth, but no words lingered on the tip of my tongue. A soft, childlike giggle sounded from behind the couch, just out of my view, and I felt my heart squeeze as I took a cautious step forward.

said I hadn’t let my mind wander to the possibility that my almost constant, debilitating fatigue and sudden aversion to basic foods like milk and citrus tea had been more than crippling heartbreak brought on by Xander’s disappearance and the

chill of unease up my spine as I hugged the toilet while I tried to ready myself for

the

from my stomach when I realized I had rested them there while I stared blankly at my

back,” Mom said playfully to the shadow sitting on the floor with her behind the couch. Mom looked back at me, her

I couldn’t move.

gaze as she moved to help the child, cooing reassurances as the little shadow moved unsteadily around her, coming into

hair, as black as night. Little curls dusted

couldn’t have been more than a year old, toddled around the corner of the couch with her

black lashes that lined her eyes the same way they lined his. But her

eyes would have been… should have been–my father’s eyes, my

my chest hit me, turning me inside out, ripping me to shreds, and then sewing

have to fight for her,” my mother said with an unspeakable sadness, “the same way I had to fight for

fire burning blue in the center of a large cave.

driven a knife through that wolf’s

for, I realized. Me. My future… my

now,” my mother whispered as the dream began to fade. “She’s with you. I’m

“Wait!”

me, followed by a dull, throbbing pain in my shoulders

my head against what felt like stone, wet and cold, and let a single

dark, and I was able to make out a long, narrow hallway beyond the cell. I opened

felt battered, and bruised. My mouth was impossibly dry and my stomach ached with hunger. I couldn’t feel the power rushing through me. I couldn’t feel much

when the sound of heavy footsteps echoed through the corridor in my direction. I was laying on the ground now, my

moved if I tried.

capable of being this weak,” came a harsh, familiar voice that sent a chill of panic down my spine. “It’s a disappointment, really. I thought this would be more difficult. I was looking forward to a fight, especially

blinking into the darkness as whoever it belonged to

for the sneer of hatred mingled with pure possession in his voice.

lantern above his head so the light

sounding far away and unfamiliar. He snickered, rocking on his heels as he moved

with your powers, you b***h. You did