Sold AS The alpha King's Breeder

Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder Chapter 596

Chapter 96 : Submitting to the King

*Lena*

Black double doors made of iron opened wide as the vampire guard pushed me into the dining hall.

My toes curled as the smell of blood hit me, and I closed my eyes, hanging my head to stop myself from gazing upon whatever bloody sight lay before me.

I heard the doors close behind me, locking shut. Heat rippled over my skin, and the roaring of a massive fire thundered in my ears.

“Open your eyes,” came a rich male voice that echoed through the hall.

My lashes fluttered as I opened my eyes and stared down at my feet, trying to get a sense of the room and the ageless vampire who was seated yards away, commanding me.

When I finally had the courage to look forward, I wasn’t overcome with shock like I had been when I first gazed upon Narcissa. There was no metallic taste and feel of ancient magic, and no intense, unearthly pull like the one that made it hard for me to tear my eyes away from her translucent skin and silver hair.

Like Narcissa, Nikolas was incredibly tall and lean, graceful in every moment he made. But his hair was an icy platinum, similar to my own, and his skin had a creaminess to it that hers hadn’t possessed.

He looked shockingly human, compared to his sister.

Violet eyes flaked with crimson looked me up and down, but I didn’t flinch or cower beneath his gaze.

He wasn’t what I’d been expecting. He didn’t ooze power. He didn’t scare me.

I straightened my back, squaring my shoulders as I took a shallow breath and looked around the room. Long, narrow, endless stone–there wasn’t a single decoration save for the dozens of thick, tallow candles that burned along the center of the table and along the mantel over the hearth that stretched the entire width of the room.

He was seated directly in front of the hearth, and some of the peachy color of his skin could probably be attributed to the red and amber flames that danced behind him. He didn’t rise to his feet as I took a single step in his direction.

“Beautiful,” he cooed, his eyes flashing with an emotion I couldn’t quite read. Hunger was there, obviously, for more reasons than one. But he looked… impressed.

him as I tucked my hand behind my back and held his gaze. A man was

as he ran a long, pale finger across the man’s cheek. “Just

through gritted teeth, “and food… water that doesn’t freeze solid within

and yet you haven’t even bowed before your

had been able to, and possibly Kiern as well. But as I watched him settle back against a high-backed

what his powers were if he didn’t share the same ones as his

well,” I spat, realizing my life and plan for his death

studying the color flaming across my cheeks. I made myself look as angry and confident as possible, but on the inside I was crumbling. The warmth of the

and the man who the king had been feeding on moments before I was brought to the dining hall. They carried him away, and within seconds the blood was mopped from the table, and the king summoned me to sit on the opposite side of the table

at least twelve feet long. I had to squint over the candles to see a clear glimpse of

more captivatingly strange than anything. He looked no older than myself, but his eyes gave away his true age. They were deep

was laid in front of me. I looked down at it, then up at Nikolas, letting

hadn’t been given a fork or spoon to eat

his chair with a goblet of blood, or maybe even wine, in one of

I could to stop myself from moaning with relief as the taste of it hit my tongue, and I stopped myself from

more to me once you prove to me what you can do. That is the rule.” He snapped his fingers, and a door opened along the side of the room. The

said he was

that you can do it,” he said with a shred

fruit, then another, and another. I watched him as I chewed,

had told me the woman who went missing in Crimson Creek were all females who may have been from a White Queen bloodline. It wasn’t far-fetched, given the family tree my Uncle Troy had found in the library in Winter Forest.

off the first bowl of fruit that many a woman had gone through his ice trial and had sat in this same chair. They’d watched the guards drag a body across the floor, and they’d been commanded to heal

a doubt in those eyes of his as he watched me stand and

eye contact with Nikolas as I

but a sly smile twitched on the corners

don’t need a knife,” he growled.

terror as I obeyed, but my skin crawled as I came within touching distance of the Vampire King–the god. He took my outstretched hand in his, his touch like ice. He bent his head, running a

mouth hovered over my skin for a moment, his breath ragged as he lifted his head

were weak if they were even there at all. I was