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–”

you. You’re going to open a portal for us into

“No, I am not!”

growled, crouching down to look me in the eye. “You don’t have

“I’d rather die–”

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

“I can’t do that–”

they say you are, you can. And you will, or we will ravage the pack lands and kill everyone.

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

leaned his shoulder against the wall. “He brings the women the king

“What do you mean?”

breeder, of course. No one else can handle his, uh…. Well, here’s the thing–” 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

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

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 the witches. They set up here, in Crimson Creek, having their

of Gideon and his family, my heart breaking

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

“I won’t help you.”

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

to open a portal, but

they do not comply. For centuries, the king has been trying to open

“So he needs me–”

time, Lena. They were created 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

I muttered, wanting nothing more than to close

is reality, and you will obey him, and me, while you’re in my

happened to

brought her to me to bring her to the king. I tried to wipe her memory 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 likely some long-lost cousin of yours from a distance branch of your

“Where is she now?”

hardened and he looked away,

her?” I pressed, but he clamped his mouth shut for what felt like several

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