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.

rolling over the cobblestone street as we padded along, peering into dusted windows

stopped in front of what looked like a hotel and pressed my snout to the glass. There was a restaurant, it seemed, but the chairs were toppled over, rotting food left on

Every single building

the distance. He lowered his head, whipping his tail as he willed me to follow him,

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be based on Xander’s and Adrian’s descriptions. He was a vampire of sorts, and in my defense I knew

He had a handful of brothers, too. It was his sister who was the most 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

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

sitting in their somewhat dilapidated living room in front

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

was no sign of them, nothing… not a single shred

forward with his elbows resting on his knees, tapping his fingers against his leg. Gideon was sitting opposite us, watching us both closely

finally asked, and Gideon inhaled, glancing at Alma before crossing his legs

some time now. I don’t know

replied, and Gideon’s

long ago,” Alma said quietly, her voice barely a whisper over the hearth as she swept the floor with a broom. “I

ask

you drink blood? Can you read minds? If you walk by a mirror, can

know the kind of danger our class of Vamps are in,” Gideon said as he crossed his arms over

for someone, anyone,

are you still

for longer than most packs in this land

the hell they were talking about. Vampires? In the pack lands?

Oliver,” Alma chimed in, her

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

to defend ourselves,” I said, not bothering to hide the hint of

during the day, let alone at night when the hybrid beast attacks your camps.” Alma’s voice cut

Adrian asked, looking

myself, who still reside in the realm of night and will be forced to fight. The High Vampires, the lords and gods… hundreds, maybe

up against,” Adrian bit out, running his hands down the length of his thighs to rest

I looked from Gideon to Alma, to the two unnamed brothers who watched us as they leaned