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Sold As The Alpha King’s Breeder Chapter 587

Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder Chapter 587

Chapter 87 : We Need to Get Out of Here

*Xander*

I opened my eyes to the feeling of someone wrapping their hands around my throat. Slate was hovering over me, blood drenching his hair and face as his eyes widened with surprise.

I shoved him off, and he screamed, and screamed, and…

“Oh, s**t!” I cried, the words hitching in my throat as I dug my heels into the ground and sat up. Slate’s screams had faded into nothing but a distant echo. Before me was a gorge, and I was sitting right on the edge of a cliff.

I struggled to catch my breath as I rose to my knees and gingerly looked over the edge of the cliff, my eyes widening at the sheer gravity of the depth of the gorge below. Slate was nowhere to be seen.

“Well, that takes care of that,” I mumbled under my breath as I scooted away from the cliff’s edge and ran my fingers through my hair, ruffling the filthy, black strands that had grown far too long for my liking.

But then I snapped back to reality.

I was up in an instant, turning and looking wildly around. Lena was laying on her side, facing away from me, her arms wrapped protectively around her stomach.

I ran to her, turning her over and checking for any sign of injury. I ran my fingers through her hair, which she had cut short. I brushed a few of the white, chin-length strands away from her face, then shook her, hard.

“Wake up!” I cried, and she groaned, blinking into the soft pink sky above our heads. I held her face between my hands, breathing heavily as I watched her come to. “Lena–”

She took a sharp breath, and her eyes flew open, just as a shadow passed over us.

One of the guards who worked for Maxwell stumbled toward us, his eyes wide with confusion. He stopped walking, looking down at his tattered clothing and burnt skin, then looked up to meet my gaze.

Steam, or smoke–I wasn’t totally sure–wafted off the exposed pale skin of his body, and he started to scream in agony. I rose to my feet, looking around at the jagged, black mountains and sparse trees I couldn’t name.

“Shut up!” I hissed, pointing my finger at him. “You need to shut up!”

He continued to scream, trying to shield himself from the faint light traveling through thick, gray clouds. We weren’t in Crimson Creek anymore; that was for sure. I’d seen a sky like this, a mix of pale pink and violet, once before.

When I’d left Henry’s cave.

We were in the realm of Night.

The guard rushed me, and I wasn’t entirely sure whether he was attacking me or only trying to shield himself in my shadow, but I acted before coming to a conclusion. I shoved him, then drove my shoulder into his chest, sending him staggering backward and over the cliff’s edge. His scream faded as quickly as Slate’s had, and soon we were cloaked in eerie silence once more.

I turned to Lena, panting with exhaustion as I studied her face. She was pale, her lower lip trembling as she looked past me, through me, toward where the guard had disappeared over the edge of the cliff and into the gorge.

“Lena,” I said slowly, holding my hands up in surrender. “Are you alright?”

she said weakly, hugging herself with

into my chest, scrunching the fabric of what was left of her soiled sweater in my fists. I laid my cheek against the top of

under my touch, and as I pulled away I noticed the look

said in a low

hell

my lower lip, fixing her with a

repeated, sliding my hands down what was left of my jeans. “You’re

flashing behind her

started, crossing my arms

garden?” Her face flushed, but the fury tightening her shoulders eased as she relaxed. She looked

your paintings, and met

have been there. I would have

passed in your realm.” I sat back against the soft, damp

eyes shining in the violet light. “I don’t go to the garden often anymore.

did you

don’t know.

the voice? Is that your

flicking away from mine as she examined the tears and tattered fabric

“Then who is it?”

don’t know. It’s always been

noticing the shadows

but toward the people who had

up at me, her eyes

“I’m sorry–”

her, reaching out a hand to gently graze her cheek with the back of my fingers. “I know now

you get

rose to my feet. I was holding her upright, and at that

get out

pressed into my chest as I gathered her in my arms and cradled her like

in,

“I can open it–”

rest. We need to find shelter.” A chill ran up my spine as a

sky was beginning to fade into a rich navy, and distant, faded stars were visible on the horizon. Night was coming. I thought of Henry and his mirror-lined cave, his fear

shelter,” I repeated

I would have shifted and had her ride on my back, but there was no way I

gorge and into the dense trees, glancing over my shoulder

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