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.

he

what the

our attention to a set of double doors that had just opened. A trail of servants

bond, and I glanced at Xander out of the corner of my eye, noticing the corners of his mouth twitching into

the table, separated by roast chickens, prime rib, and roast pork. The court talked excitedly over the spread, but no one touched the

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

I knew

and I felt bile rising in my throat as I forced myself to hold my gaze on the royals and not look away in haste, giving my

court. I couldn’t focus on

I choked, covering my mouth with my hands as I nearly

side when a second ago she had been sitting opposite me at the table. She whisked me away, my feet barely touching the floor, and made it out into the corridor just in time for me to

I

friends. “How far along are you?” she asked, arching a perfect, black brow. She snapped her fingers and

wall. I drank the water as sweat prickled along my

like this before? Or is it the

thought–I taught kindergarten. I thought the kids gave

confused, but I didn’t elaborate. I highly doubted vampires had kindergarten, or

faint or get ill at our dinner table. Half the women of the court still

cowered, but Kiern wrapped her around my shoulder and began to walk me down

a few feeders, those who volunteer their blood to the king. They’re taking care of and are here of their own free will, I

about your kind,” I said,

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

***

bed, an empty bowl of oatmeal sitting in the crook of my arm as Kiern rested in an armchair by the fire. She had left me in the hands of two maids, who dressed

blood Costas had had in his goblet, her long,

here and there, like now, mixed in with my wine in the evenings. I don’t know anyone who actually bites their feeders. It’s a messy ordeal. We eat food, drink wine