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.

Costas of Brune, your servant,” he

his eyes as he looked Costas up and down. I wondered what the two of them had talked about, what Costas knew about the situation in our realm, and what he knew about

his hand in mine beneath the table as we turned our attention to a set of double doors that had just

of the corner of my eye, noticing the corners of his mouth twitching

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 I eyed a platter filled with what looked like palm-sized meat pies, the pastry perfectly golden and crackling with butter

servant came out of the doorway holding a golden platter in one hand. He approached King Costas, bowing low

knew it

bile rising in my throat as I forced myself to hold my gaze on the royals and

the air, saying some kingly spiel to his court. I couldn’t focus on his words. I could only see the

Goddess,” I choked, covering my mouth with my hands as

away, my feet barely touching the floor, and made it out into

I said,

my back, 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

I replied, leaning against the wall. I drank the water as

before? Or is

kindergarten. I thought the kids

had kindergarten, or flus. I just shook my head and began to

deal, really. You’re not the first person to faint or get ill at our dinner table. Half the women of the court

is it?” I asked without thinking. I cowered, but Kiern wrapped her around my shoulder and began to walk me down the

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

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

something bland sent up to your room for dinner, and you can eat while I tell you everything you need to know. How about

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the gigantic four-poster 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 me in the softest cashmere pajamas and tucked me into bed so gently I half

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 glass

taste for blood,” she said, continuing her explanation of the eating habits of the vampires in her court. “But I need it to survive. I get by with a pinch of it 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