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.

man was slumped in a chair next to him, his neck bloodied and oozing. King Nikolas followed my gaze

seductive whisper as he ran a long,

room,” I said through gritted teeth, “and food… water that doesn’t

and yet you haven’t even bowed

wanted to say as much, but I bit down on my tongue. I wondered if he could read my mind like Narcissa had been able to, and possibly Kiern as well. But as I watched him settle back against a high-backed chair, his eyes taking

he didn’t share the same ones as his sister. He

I spat, realizing my life and plan for his death involved playing his game. “And I can’t do anything unless

confident as possible, but on the inside I was crumbling. The warmth of the room was seeping into my bones, replacing

was between them 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

I sat down. The table was at least twelve feet long. I had to squint over the

looked no older than myself, but his eyes gave away his true age. They were deep

chopped fruit was laid in front of me. I looked down at it, then

said sharply. I hadn’t

of my feeders eat only fruit,” he said casually, leaning back in his chair with a goblet of blood, or maybe even wine,

into my mouth. I did everything I could to stop myself

is the rule.” He snapped his fingers, and a door opened along the side of the room. The same man he’d been feeding on earlier was dragged into the room again as though they’d just stored him in some back hallway until this very

said he

can do it,” he said with a shred of coldness to

fruit, then another, and another. I watched him as I chewed, trying to get a sense

given the family tree my Uncle Troy had found in the library in Winter Forest. There

had sat in this same chair. They’d watched

able to do it. But Nikolas knew that I could. There wasn’t a shadow of a doubt in those eyes of his as he watched me stand and make my way over to his feeder,

eye contact with Nikolas as I held out

a sly smile twitched on the corners of Nikolas’s

don’t need a knife,”

hand in his, his touch like ice. He bent his head, running a single blade-like fang across the meat of my palm

skin for a moment, his breath ragged as he lifted

and the other woman he’d tortured in this way? My powers were weak if they were even there at all. I was also the youngest of the women who he’d taken, at least from what I knew. I