Sold AS The alpha King's Breeder

Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder Chapter 589

Chapter 89 : Blood for the King

*Lena*

The dining hall was the most luxurious room I’d ever stepped foot into. The walls were lined with golden and cream-colored wallpaper trimmed with marble, veined with gold that continued to the floor and stretched across the entire room. A crystal chandelier the size of a small house hung over our heads, illuminating the domed ceiling.

But my eyes were fixed on Xander, who was standing to the left of the King of Brune and Queen Kiern as I walked into the room.

Kiern was graceful, and her voice was like music as she announced our presence. The table was set for many, many people, and soon the chairs were filled with the members of their court. Kiern didn’t take her seat beside her husband before she led me to Xander, smiling softly as he bowed to her and put my hand in his, leading me into the seat next to him.

I watched her walk away, finding it hard to swallow as the members of the court, men and women dressed in riches beyond anything I’d ever witnessed, stared at us.

“Are you alright? Are you hurt?” Xander whispered into my ear as I looked down at my place setting.

I squeezed his hand under the table, but neither of us let go. It had been over a month since we’d been together. Watching him being nearly beaten to death didn’t count as quality time.

There was a lot we needed to discuss.

“My father would have given anything to be in the presence of a White Queen,” the king said, and I snapped my eyes up from my plate to meet his gaze. Like Kiern, the King of Brune looked shockingly young, even though he was likely several hundred years old. I still wasn’t sure how that worked. Maxwell had said lower vampires weren’t immortal, right?

Then, these were the High Vampires, the Lords and gods of the realm?

The King of Brune watched me closely with his violet eyes sparkling in the light of the chandelier, searching my face for any silent questions, or plans, lingering behind my hopefully neutral expression. He was tall, lean, and had a sly smile on his full, wide mouth. He glanced at Kiern, who beamed at him, and then gave Xander and me a little shrug that made his tawny blond hair tremble.

Beautiful… all of these people were the definition of gorgeous, with not a blemish, not a scar, not a single thread of hair out of place.

“You have not told her your name,” Kiern teased the king, and he raised his brows, letting out a friendly laugh as he relaxed back into his chair that was situated at the head of the long, narrow table.

of Brune, your servant,” he said in a dramatically

hint of mirth lingering behind his eyes as he looked Costas up and down. I wondered what the two of them had talked about,

knitted his hand in mine beneath the table as we turned our attention to a set of double doors that had just opened. A trail of servants fanned out, pushing

at Xander out of the corner of

servants as they placed heaping platters of fruits I couldn’t name on the table, separated by roast chickens, prime rib, and roast pork. The court talked excitedly over the spread, but no one touched the food. I felt my mouth watering as

golden platter in one hand. He approached King Costas, bowing low and then setting the dish in

knew

to hold

court. I couldn’t focus on his words. I could only see the blood as it sloshed around the crystal goblet, then met his

Goddess,” I choked, covering my mouth with my

side when a second ago she had been sitting opposite me at the table. She whisked me away, my feet barely touching the floor,

am–I am so sorry,” I said, the words

smiling down at me like we were close friends. “How far along are you?” she asked, arching a perfect, black brow. She snapped her fingers and a maid rushed forward, taking the

against the wall. I drank the water as sweat prickled along

you gotten sick like this before? Or is it the first

thought

elaborate. I highly doubted vampires had kindergarten, or flus. I just shook my head and began

first person to faint or get ill at our dinner table. Half the women of the court still can’t look in

but Kiern wrapped her around my shoulder and began to walk me down the corridor, away from the

They’re taking care of and are here of their own free will,

don’t know anything about your kind,” I said, the words

brow, then pursed her lips into a sympathetic smile. “Well, I’ll have something bland sent up to your

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fire. She had left me in the hands of two maids, who dressed me in the softest cashmere pajamas and tucked me into bed so

silk robe the same color of the blood Costas had had in his goblet, her long, ebony hair undone and falling around her shoulders as she swirled a

know anyone who actually bites their feeders. It’s a messy ordeal. We eat food, drink wine and tea, and enjoy a chocolate cake from time to time, just like you.” She sipped her wine, shrugging as she set it on the side table next to the armchair and crossed her legs. “What else would you like