Sold AS The alpha King's Breeder

Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder Chapter 586

*Oliver*

Adrian was a stealthy wolf, his fur a blazing gold that caught the moonlight as he trotted ahead of me.

I was much, much larger than him, and he knew it. When Xander had kicked us out of that stolen truck, and we’d made a break for the hills, we’d shifted almost immediately. I was big, red, and looked rather intimidating, in my humble opinion. Adrian hadn’t looked at me without his ears pinned back against his head since the second he turned his head to look at me the first time, and I took that as a compliment.

But the dick-measuring contest between us didn’t last long. We’d only retreated far enough away to size up whatever threat Xander was facing so we could shift and fight.

But some unearthly demon from the depths of hell itself had dropped out of the sky right in front of us and plucked the distant figure of Xander from the ground, disappearing into the clouds in a shadow of bat-like wings.

Adrian and I couldn’t mind-link with each other, being from different packs and, well, different realms. But the look in his eyes told me everything I needed to know.

We were fucked–royally. And Xander had definitely been eaten by whatever had taken him, of that I was sure.

Adrian hadn’t wasted any time. I followed him blindly into the rolling, barren hills. I knew he was going to Crimson Creek. I knew I could trust him to find Lena because she was his Alpha’s mate.

But I’d never been this far west before. George had been the one to travel to Crimson Creek when the Alpha of Breles asked for an ambassador from the Alpha King to follow up on the investigation taking place there.

Lena was an i***t for thinking George wouldn’t talk about the fact she was there. It was the first thing he’d said when he arrived back in Breles, where he’d met with Alpha King Eugene and my uncle, Alpha King Rowan.

Rowan damn near burned Morhan University to the ground when he found out, and he had a full investigation ordered into the inner workings of the university, coming up with stack upon stack of wrongdoings that eventually cost the dean and the administration their jobs.

But he’d never once stopped Lena. He hadn’t sent a single warrior to Crimson Creek to protect her, even in secret.

He trusted her. Or he was scared of her. I honestly wasn’t sure which.

Whatever the case, nothing much had come from the investigation in Crimson Creek… at least, nothing like what Adrian and Xander had explained to me.

And now we were running right into the thick of it with no backup, no warriors, and no way to communicate with each other.

It took hours to reach Crimson Creek, and the day was fading into dusk when we reached the outskirts of the town.

It was barely a town–not even a village. A single street was lined with buildings made of stone; that was it. Large manors dotted the barren landscape in the distance, but otherwise, it was… desolate and empty.

of trash drifted in the breeze, rolling over the cobblestone street as we padded along, peering into

snout to the glass. There was a restaurant, it seemed, but

was everyone? Every single building was

to see him waiting for me in the distance. He lowered his head, whipping his tail

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vampire of sorts,

interesting of the group of pale, dark haired people we’d come upon in the hills on the very edge of Crimson Creek’s territory well into the night, a full day after Xander

striking, to say the least. She’d nearly killed us both the second we stepped foot, or paw, on the property, and we’d shifted back, covering our nakedness with our hands while we pleaded with her and tried our best to explain what had happened

clothes and food, and soon we found ourselves sitting in their

about where Xander and Lena might be. Adrian and I had spent the entire day combing the town and the hills

them, nothing… not a single shred

his leg. Gideon

Adrian finally asked, and Gideon inhaled, glancing at Alma before crossing

for some time now. I don’t know

Gideon’s

voice barely a whisper over the hearth as she swept the floor with a broom. “I

my mouth and ask the burning questions lingering on

If you

danger our class of Vamps are in,” Gideon said as he crossed his arms over his chest. I raised my brows, looking at Adrian for clarifications, but he had his eyes narrowed suspiciously

waited for someone, anyone, to

you still here, and everyone else

property for longer than most

glanced at Adrian, still wondering what the hell they were talking about. Vampires? In the pack lands?

Oliver,” Alma chimed in, her

she leaned on the broom, her dark eyes piercing mine as though she could see my thoughts, my very soul. “What happens now is war, and your kind does not have the forces to defend themselves. Once King Nikolas finds a way

said, not bothering to hide the hint of malice in my voice. “We

barely holding onto the territory during the day, let alone at night when the hybrid beast attacks your camps.” Alma’s voice cut through the air like a knife, and I surrendered to

asked, looking

his bottom lip. “Tens of thousands of lower vampires, like myself, who still reside in the realm of night and will be forced to fight. The High Vampires, the lords and gods… hundreds, maybe less. But they will be the ones commanding the army, and their power

we’re up against,” Adrian bit out, running

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