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–”

not up to you. You’re going to open

“No, I am not!”

are,” he growled, crouching down to look me

“I’d rather die–”

those beasts are–did you know? They’re shifters who had the blood drained from their bodies and replaced with the blood of my kind. We need access to his whole army, not just the handful of creatures roaming Crimson Creek. You killed them all, Lena.

“I can’t do that–”

you are, you can. And you will, or we

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

shoulder against the wall. “He brings the women the king needs for, well, what you’re going to be used for in that

“What do you mean?”

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

clenched as I mulled over his words. Feeder? Vampires ate… other

king, and a massive civil war broke out and lasted for nearly two hundred years. Some of the Vamps, freed from

of Gideon and his family, my heart breaking

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

“I won’t help you.”

bring to Crimson Creek. Normally they’re just brought to the barrier between our

you needed me to open a

he hissed, his canine teeth elongated. “The Vamps in the Night Realm are slaves, remember? They mine the bloodstones needed to activate the witches’ powers to open small, temporary portals to this realm. The captured witches often refuse to 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 fruition, a prophecy shared with the Night Realm. The Moon Goddess would come back, to walk among

“So he needs me–”

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 goddess, well… he could retain his

nothing more than

is reality, and you will obey him, and me,

happened to Carly?”

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 likely some long-lost cousin of yours from a distance branch of your lineage, Lena. And I…” Maxwell hesitated, swallowing painfully as

“Where is she now?”

he looked

but he clamped his mouth

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