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–”

everything, from the beginning–about Crimson Creek, about the Vampire King, about the Night realm and Henry and the missing women. His face fell further

“And we need to

his mouth like a fish. “What

a boat!” I said through clenched teeth,

boat to Breles? Do you

was a captain–a pirate, right?” Adrian said, the corners of

laugh escaping his lips before

being used to take warriors to Breles, is it?”

you take the Persephone

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

were serious–” but he stopped laughing, his

pilot it?” I

“Yeah, I… wait–”

stepped toward Oliver, who was too stunned to speak. “Let’s

you steal the Persephone in broad daylight?” he gasped as Adrian patted

a wry smile. “We have

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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

already in Breles with the first fleet of warriors, and

out that we

Avondale. He was willing to help and understood our urgency. There would be no need to tie him to the helm, after

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 seas centuries ago, and it was in

Oliver smirked,

both on the back as we admired it for

there’s no one

with the Navy,” Oliver said with certainty, a gleam of mischief replacing the fury that had once danced behind his eyes. “But I was serious about

we followed Oliver down the bluff and

my right and noticed a tall house built in the trees against the cove. Sunlight reflected off the windows, sending a spray of rainbows across the

his eyes toward the house as he pulled on a rope ladder along the side of the ship and began to climb

and his family,” he answered, and I said

we began to climb the ratlines to let down the sails. Oliver disappeared below deck for a moment, and soon a gentle hum reverberated as the anchor rose from the cove’s

our progress as the