Sold AS The alpha King's Breeder

Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder Chapter 588

Chapter 88 : Kingdom of Brune

*Xander*

This was a major risk.

The woman hurried ahead of me, her feet sure and agile as she stepped over the roots that covered the forest floor. We followed no trail, but I knew she was aware of where she was going. She exuded the signs of someone who spent time hunting… or being hunted.

She stopped twice, abruptly, covering the lantern with her cloak and shrouding us in complete darkness. I didn’t breathe during these moments, didn’t even dare to move as the woman scanned our surroundings. Small creatures moved through the forest. Birds flapped their wings and shook the branches over our heads. But there was nothing large nearby, at least from my own awareness and understanding.

She was moving faster than I could handle while carrying Lena. My arms and shoulders were numb after hours of effort, and my feet were bare and bruised. I almost asked her to slow down, but I wasn’t sure if she could understand me. It turned out that I didn’t have to because one moment the woman was in front of me, and the next moment she disappeared into the darkness.

I come to an abrupt stop, looking wildly around for her lantern light. I heard a soft whoosh of movement where she had just been standing, and I turned back toward that spot as the lantern light spilled toward me, illuminating the space where I was standing.

I looked up to find a giant, towering tree directly in front of me. There was a cleft in it, just wide enough that I could step inside of it as I followed the lantern.

I lost my balance as the ground beneath me fell away, and I stumbled on what felt like stairs. Two small, childlike hands came up to steady me.

“Down,” said the woman, and she hooked the lantern’s handle over one of my fingers as she stepped behind me. I heard rustling and turned to find her moving several bundles of tree branches woven with alders in front of the cleft in the tree, sealing us inside.

I turned back to the stairs. They spiraled down into darkness… more darkness, just darkness.

“Go!” she hissed behind me, and I did, the lantern swinging on my finger as I balanced Lena in my arms in the crowded space.

“Where are we?”

“Safe,” the woman breathed, and I heard a rustle of fabric that I assumed was her removing the cloak from over her head.

We reached the bottom of the stairs, and I stopped, waiting for further instructions. The woman squeezed past me, grabbing the lantern from me as she moved into the darkness. Suddenly, the area was showered in warm amber light as she used the lantern to light a torch, revealing a long, curving corridor.

I hadn’t noticed the basket the woman had been carrying. It was dangling from her waist by a strap that hung from her shoulder. The basket was full of plants I couldn’t name and had never seen before, several of which were white flowers that had a strange, iridescent glow to them. She noticed my gaze and shrugged, motioning toward the basket.

the corridor

at least enough of it that I could understand her, and she could understand me. But I bit my tongue as I followed her, the

doors, two torches already lit on either side of them.

nodding her head toward the door. “She needs the healer.” She pointed at Lena,

young, little older than a teenager, and based on the velvet, emerald-green dress she was wearing beneath the black cloak and the polished moonstones she wore in her earlobes and pinned throughout her long, golden braid, I assumed she was some kind

a moment it creaked open, warmth and light spilling into the

Lena out

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*Lena*

florals and foliage. I’d been staring up at it for hours, unbothered by the women circling around me with their kettles of richly brewed herbs wafting

utter a word.

to stand still. Eventually, I was propped up, a blanket laid over

tip a teacup into my mouth. They didn’t give me the option of feeding myself. I

women who were circling the bed, all of them dressed in gowns of fine silks and velvet. Their hair was twisted in challenging braids and coils, roped with strings of gold and pinned with jewels. “Where

thin hand on her companion’s

as my gaze left the woman,

in the castle of

followed suit. I glanced at each and every one of them, seeing them for what

asked, her jet black hair

“Where am I?”

she sat on the edge of the bed, motioning for two of the women to pull back the curtains to reveal a giant window overlooking… daylight, green hills, green trees, a waterfall, and the

“But…”

snapped my eyes to hers as she continued, “It

to the Vampire King?” I asked, fear prickling in

“No, of course not.

am I?

playful murmur passed through the group standing at the

mate is fine, resting before he meets the king… our king, that is,

“I don’t–I don’t understand–”