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.

abandoned for a while. Pieces of trash drifted in the breeze, rolling over the cobblestone street as we padded

us as I 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

was everyone? Every

ahead of me, and I turned my head to see him waiting for me in the distance. He

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he’d be based on Xander’s and Adrian’s descriptions. He was a vampire of

who was the most interesting of the group of

her name. She wasn’t particularly beautiful, but she was 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

found ourselves sitting in their somewhat dilapidated living room in front of

I had spent the entire day combing the town and the hills surrounding it. We’d

sign of them, nothing… not

his leg. Gideon was sitting opposite us, watching us both

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

for some time now. I don’t know

and left?” I replied, and Gideon’s eyes

should have done long ago,” Alma said quietly, her voice barely a whisper over the hearth as she swept the floor with a broom. “I assume it’s been explained what we are, and why

and ask the burning questions lingering

you drink blood? Can you read minds? If you

crossed his arms over his chest. I raised my brows, looking at Adrian for clarifications, but he had his eyes

someone, anyone,

still here, and everyone else has

held this property for longer than most packs in this land have been in existence,”

the hell they were talking

Alma chimed in, her voice

my thoughts, my very soul. “What happens now is war, and your kind does not have the forces to defend themselves. Once King Nikolas

the forces to defend ourselves,” I said, not bothering to hide the hint of malice in my voice. “We already have an

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

asked, looking

to fight. The High Vampires, the lords and gods… hundreds, maybe less. But they

Adrian bit out, running his hands down the length of his

Alma, to the two unnamed brothers who watched us as