Sold AS The alpha King's Breeder

Sold As The Alpha King’s Breeder Chapter 581

Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder Chapter 581

Chapter 81 : Breeder to the Night King

*Lena*

The man from my nightmare flitted through my mind as I slowly raised my cheek from the stone floor of my cell, looking Slate straight in the eyes.

“Vampire?” I asked, a violent chill descending on me and making my skin burn with bitter cold.

“You’re kidding, right? You didn’t know?” Slate laughed, actually laughed, and leaned backward, hugging himself. “You–you have to be joking, Lena. Seriously.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about–”

“That’s enough,” came a gruff voice down the corridor, followed by echoing footsteps.

My heart sank as Maxwell Radcliff’s voice filled my ears. The last time I’d seen him, I’d hit him in the head with a flashlight. “She needs to eat something, and rest–”

“I’m just having a little fun,” Slate pouted as Maxwell stopped at his side. Maxwell nudged him with the toe of his boot. Slate groaned, then hopped to his feet, scowling at me as he tucked his hands in his pockets. “She stinks. She needs a bath too. I can do the honors–”

“No,” Maxwell said firmly as he unlocked the cell, glancing at Slate with a snarl on his face. Slate paled, sheepishly shrugging one shoulder as he rocked on heels. Maxwell held his gaze, his darkened eyes cutting through Slate like a blade, and Slate cowered before he turned on his heel and walked away. “I’m sorry about him–”

“Get away from me!” I screeched, which caused Maxwell to startle in surprise.

He raised his brow, shaking his head as he set a brown paper bag on the ground in front of me. “Food, and a water bottle,” he said with a gentleness that made me want to vomit.

I bared my teeth at him as he took a step in his direction, and he halted.

“Eat.”

I spit at him, and he backed up a step, a wry smile touching his lips. “He’ll be impressed with you. You should be grateful for that.”

“I’m not going anywhere–”

to you. You’re going to open a

“No, I am not!”

he growled, crouching down to look me in the

“I’d rather die–”

the blood of my kind. We need access to his whole army, not just the

“I can’t do that–”

you can. And you will, or we will ravage the pack lands and

rising in my throat as I pressed my cheek back to the ground. “What does

Maxwell sighed as he leaned his shoulder against the wall. “He brings the women the king needs for, well, what you’re going to be used for

“What do you mean?”

he kicked off the wall and took a few steps toward me. I flinched away from him as he crouched in front of me again. “There’s two types of vampires. There’s the High Vampires, the elite, the immortal. And then there’s the Lower Vampires, or Vamps. They’re not immortal, and can have children, which allows

throw up. My stomach clenched as I mulled over his words. Feeder?

religion tracing back to the witches of the realm…. I don’t really know, “ he waved a hand in dismissal. “They revolted against the prior king, and a massive civil war broke out and lasted for nearly two hundred years. Some of the Vamps, freed from their shackles, were able to escape and crossed to this realm with the help

of Gideon and his family, my heart

no. See, Vamps aren’t immortal, but we do live for a long, long time.

“I won’t help you.”

continued, “has been essential in finding young women to bring to Crimson Creek. Normally they’re

to open a

do it, and are tortured if they do not comply. For centuries, the king has been trying to open a permanent portal to this realm to no avail. But then… the prophecy of the moonstones came to

“So he needs me–”

alongside the gods, according to legend. The king believes that you, a goddess, is the only way he can produce a true blood heir. He is at risk of losing his stronghold on the Night Realm, but if he produced an heir–a child of a

is ridiculous,” I muttered, wanting nothing more than

and you will obey him, and

happened to

by draining her, essentially killing her, but she was… strong willed–a fighter. The king had been looking for women who had White Queen blood, and Slate thought, based on her appearance, she may be related to the White Queen line in some capacity. I think he was right. She healed when she shouldn’t have. She was

“Where is she now?”

face hardened and he looked

are you keeping her?” I pressed, but he clamped his mouth shut

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