Sold AS The alpha King's Breeder

Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder Chapter 583

Chapter 83 : Full Sail Ahead

*Xander*

By the grace of the Goddess, the first person we ran into was Oliver. It had been random–Abigail, Adrian, Sasha, and I were walking through the market square on our way to the palace with little more than the clothes on our backs.

Oliver looked shocked, his face draining of color as he stalked toward us, glancing over each shoulder to make sure no one he knew, I assumed his family, was around to see the group of us together.

If I hadn’t been carrying Sasha in my arms, Oliver would have decked me in the jaw. I knew it; he knew it. We fixed each other with glares so intense that Sasha squirmed and Abigail cleared her throat, looking exceedingly uncomfortable.

“We need to talk–”

“You’re f*****g right,” Oliver ground out, fury blazing behind every single word. He tilted his head toward the edge of the market square where the golden facades of the buildings housing the resorts and restaurants faded into more commercial-type buildings, shadowed by palm trees.

The market square was vibrating with activity, but not because of a celebration, market, or event. Warriors milled about, some in their wolf forms decked out in armor, while lines of young men and women stretched far beyond the square itself.

These people… all of these people–they were signing up to fight.

My heart squeezed in my chest as we cut through line after line of fresh-faced youths, all of them bursting with excitement and pride. I felt helpless. I wanted to reach out to one young man in particular, who looked as though he couldn’t have been more than eighteen, and shake him, telling him to go home, to save his own life.

Oliver led us through the fray and down a long, dimly lit alleyway that opened up to a residential neighborhood of neat townhouses on a palm tree-lined street. He waved us over, silently motioning for us to keep up as we followed him down the street and into a long, curved driveway leading to a stand-alone house with a lush front garden.

“Get inside before anyone sees you,” he growled in a low warning tone as we shuffled inside the house. There was no need to turn on the light in the foyer. Sunlight poured through the windows, glimmering off pale wood finishes and white carpets. Oliver shut the door soundly behind us and turned around.

“Come with me, Sasha,” Abigail said hurriedly as I set the girl down.

Sasha stuck out her bottom lip and reached for me, but I shook my head, giving her an apologetic look as she disappeared around the corner to what appeared to be a sitting room. The furniture in the house was modern and clean-cut, all whites and neutrals. Oliver crossed his arms over his chest, his jaw flexed as he glanced between Adrian and me.

“Where the f**k have you been?” he snarled.

“This is a fine house,” Adrian said, whistling as he rocked on his heels and looked up at the domed ceiling.

“Uh, thanks–”

“Lena is in danger and we need a boat to Breles, now.” I watched Oliver’s face contort with rage as he took in my words, his different-colored eyes shining like blue and gray gems polished to a fine finish.

“What–”

the Vampire King, about the Night realm and Henry and the missing women. His face fell further and further as Adrian took over and explained the battle in Cedar

took her,” I said firmly. “And we need to get her back before they give her

his mouth like a fish.

boat!” I said through clenched

to Breles? Do you see

Adrian said, the corners of his mouth tightening

a choked laugh escaping his lips before he could

being used to take warriors to Breles, is it?” I added, catching Adrian’s drift with a smile. “What

you take the Persephone to Breles? Do you have

Adrian and I said in unison, and Oliver choked on another laugh, his eyes going wide

I thought you were serious–” but he stopped laughing, his eyes narrowing on the severity of

I

“Yeah, I… wait–”

slapping his thighs as he stepped toward Oliver, who was too stunned to

he gasped as Adrian patted

hates me already,” I said with a wry smile. “We have

***

left Abigail and Sasha behind in Oliver’s house with instructions to go to the palace the next day and explain what we were doing, giving us a day’s lead before Lena’s family found out about her situation. It seemed like the best option. She could facilitate our plans while handling

Alpha of Poldesee, Troy, was already in Breles with the first fleet of warriors, and Luna Maeve was holding down the

soon found out that we

city center and into the tropical jungle that cut the palace off from the rest of Avondale. He was willing to help and

Persephone, but seeing it took my breath away. It was constructed from golden wood, four or five stories high and modernized with three massive engines. But it was a man-of-war, a ship that would have sailed the

a bluff and looked down at it. Oliver smirked, crossing his arms

us both on the back as we admired it for

there’s no one

of mischief replacing the fury that had once danced behind his eyes. “But

as we followed Oliver

a tall house built in the trees against the cove. Sunlight reflected off the windows, sending a spray of

there?” I asked, and Oliver squinted his eyes toward the house as he pulled on a

his family,” he answered, and I said nothing

began to climb the ratlines to let down the sails. Oliver disappeared below deck for a moment, and soon a gentle hum reverberated as

with our progress as the mainsail billowed in the