Sold AS The alpha King's Breeder

Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder Chapter 598

Chapter 98 : This Isn’t Magic, It’s Hell

*Xander*

Ianthe walked in step with me as we left the cave. This annoyed Zeke, who walked a few paces in front of us with his shoulders tight and his head snapping in our direction every once in a while.

I was telling Ianthe everything, holding nothing back. Egoren, my family, the pack lands–everything. At this point, why not? If I didn’t find Lena soon, everything was going to s**t anyway.

She was especially curious about the White Queens and had many, many questions.

“So, your kind has witches too?”

“I don’t think they like being called witches,” I smirked as we followed Zeke along a well-beaten trail through the rocky landscape leading to the abandoned city. “But they are pretty different from shifters, you know, wolves.”

“But you’re different as well–”

“Not nearly as powerful as my mate,” I interrupted with a shrug.

I’d already told them both about getting attacked and the blood being drained from my veins, then waking up buried under shriveled bodies that turned to ash when I moved. Zeke looked weary, but Ianthe had been wildly impressed, pressing me for information.

But when it came to giving me any more information about themselves, they were mum. I figured it didn’t really matter, given that I was killing their king and getting the hell out of the place as soon as possible.

It took longer than I thought to reach the city. It was the dead of night by the time we crouched behind a large boulder, waiting for Zeke to give us permission to continue forward. It was much, much lighter at the base of the valley than it had been in the thick forest, which was now far above us, barely a shadow against the inky black sky. A moon shone against the slate that fanned out over the valley, reflecting on the ribbons of yellow and white rock woven into each layer of thin, brittle stone. Far away I heard a screech, and it echoed through the valley, disappearing on the breeze it had ridden in on.

“What makes that sound?” I whispered to Ianthe.

She pursed her lips. “We call it Nahga,” she whispered as Zeke motioned us to continue down the trail. “I’ve never seen one up close. It’s some sort of winged creature. It belongs to the king.”

I wondered if it had been the same winged beast that had taken Lena, and the same that had plucked me from the ground when Oliver, Adrian, and I were stopped on the highway leading to Crimson Creek. But, based on the far-off look in her eyes as she scanned the horizon, I had a feeling the Nahga was something else entirely.

“There’s many of them–spies, in my opinion, for the king. They also sound the approach of day.”

“Which is coming soon, so we need to pick up the pace if we’re going to reach the river,” Zeke cut in, his voice edged with annoyance.

I arched my brow at him as he fixed me with a scowl.

“Maybe we should stay in the city,” Ianthe suggested, her voice as sweet as sugar as she gave her brother practiced doe eyes.

up at the sky, noticing the streaks of

a while, leading the way along what looked like it had once been a road. Large cracks had split the road open in several places and had extended to the buildings as well, toppling some over

Zeke said shortly, following

why there’s no one

of a rebel army against King Nikolas, and everyone was either killed on the spot and

pressed my lips into

abandoned for

I believed. The buildings were towering above us as we walked, several stories high but shrouded in an ancient darkness

your people been fighting

your own recorded history,” Zeke quipped, shrugging a shoulder. “Our people were once the children of this realm. The High Vampires weren’t always called thus. They were our Gods and Goddesses. They were unseen, the children of the creator of our world. He was called, and

caused all of this?” I waved my hand in a wide circle toward the crumbling remains of what used to be a

very second The Father turned his

“King Nikolas?”

has ever seen. The rest

breathed, not

looking back at me for a moment before we left the

river, if I was

I was f*****g thirsty.

good to drink?” I asked, watching as Ianthe tucked her hand in the crook of Zeke’s elbow. They turned to look at me as they reached the water’s edge, Ianthe’s

said, and I was utterly confused but I followed

over the cragged rocks with ease, and in less than a minute were on the other side of the narrow, lazy river. Ianthe

Zeke’s eye, then mine. She raised the jug to her lips and drank deeply,

nearly dropped it. I gave her a weary eye before I drank. It was clean,

maybe filtering water so

five miles away–” Zeke

farther, and you know it.

“Ianthe–”

the jug back to my

fighting back a smile as Ianthe narrowed her eyes

King Nikolas right now,”

was heavy as he put an arm on his sister’s shoulder, squeezing. “You have to go, Ianthe. We talked

out,

mentioned that Ianthe was well known to the king, but I didn’t know how, or why. She met my eye as though my questions had been said out loud, and I felt the urge to

have summoned me home,” she began, looking as though this was a speech she’d rehearsed. “The king has been trying to destroy my kind

cut in, his eyes darkening. “But we’re nothing