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–”

Crimson Creek, about 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

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

opening and closing his mouth like a fish. “What

I said through clenched

f**k am I supposed to get you a boat to Breles? Do you see how many people are signing

the corners of his mouth tightening as they curved into

choked laugh escaping his

boat isn’t being used to take warriors to Breles, is it?” I added, catching Adrian’s drift with a smile. “What was the name of

take the Persephone to Breles? Do you have a

Oliver choked on another laugh, his eyes going

were serious–” but he stopped laughing, his eyes narrowing on the

it?” I asked,

“Yeah, I… wait–”

Adrian said, slapping his thighs as he stepped toward Oliver,

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

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

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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 the family,

fleet of warriors, and Luna Maeve was holding down the fort. We assumed that meant

found out that

to reality during our journey to the ship, a crushing truth hitting him as we ran through the city center and into the tropical jungle that cut the palace off from the rest of Avondale. He was willing to help and understood our urgency. There would be no need to tie him to the helm, after all. Apparently, the Persephone was being housed in a sheltered cove nearby, and Oliver knew where to

was constructed from golden wood, four or five stories high and modernized

at it. Oliver smirked, crossing his arms over his chest as he gazed down upon the ship in

on the

there’s no one

with certainty, a gleam of mischief replacing the fury that had once danced behind his eyes. “But I was serious about this being a death wish.

quipped as we followed Oliver down the bluff

against the cove. Sunlight reflected

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

family,” he answered, and I said nothing further, focusing on the incredibly

to let down the

progress as