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

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

Every single building was

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

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

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

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 to

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

speak of what they knew about where Xander and Lena might be. Adrian and I had spent the entire day combing the town and the hills surrounding it. We’d even gone to the Radcliffe Estate, where Lena and Xander

was no sign of them, nothing… not a

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

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

some time now.

replied, and Gideon’s eyes met mine with

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

Adrian replied before I could open my mouth and ask the burning questions lingering on the tip of my

blood? Can you read minds? If you walk by

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

for someone, anyone, to

still

longer than most packs in

hell they were talking about. Vampires? In the pack

chimed in, her voice low and

see my thoughts, my very soul. “What happens now is

bothering to hide the

the hybrid beast attacks your camps.” Alma’s voice cut through the air like a knife,

Adrian asked,

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

to know what we’re up against,” Adrian bit out, running his

to the two unnamed brothers who watched