Sold AS The alpha King's Breeder

Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder Chapter 600

Chapter 100 : Blood of the White Queen

*Lena*

The first time I ventured out of my windowless prison in the Vampire King’s castle was anticlimactic. I didn’t get very far before running into a group of the gray, sunken-eyed guards that Penny had warmed me to stay away from. They hissed at me, their red eyes shining in the dim light of a long, curving corridor I’d been exploring.

I’d retreated back to my room, shaken.

King Nikolas hadn’t called on me in what felt like days. Food was delivered to my room in three-hour increments, and it was always plentiful and delicious. I ate as much as I possibly could, trying to strengthen my body and my powers for the fight I would soon be up against.

On the third day after meeting the king and healing his feeder, I went to the library. It was dank and dim like the rest of the castle, which was completely windowless to the outside world. But the library was situated in what looked like a tower, a wide spiral staircase made of stone stretching to the highest point of the castle. But even stranger was the way the staircase descended into incredibly dark depths, likely built through whatever mountain the place was built on top of. Cold air funneled up from the black pit, and I peeked over the railing of the staircase as I gazed down, holding a candle over the darkness.

“Hello?” I said into the pit, and my voice echoed… and echoed, and echoed.

Gooseflesh rippled over my arms, and not from the cold, as I retreated to the stacks of books that lined the curved walls. Thousands of books lined the shelves, all of them coated in cobwebs and dust. I climbed the staircase, running my fingers over the spines of the books as I ascended the stone steps. I noticed the books gradually became newer as I walked up, and up, their spines freshly repaired and dust-free.

I almost ran into the man standing on the steps, who had a feather duster in one hand and a candle in the other. I covered my mouth with one hand and gripped the railing with the other, stifling a scream as he held the candle up between us to get a better look at my face.

He was an older gentleman with kind, round eyes. But he was a vampire, of course. A lower vampire, like the people in Brune, but he was old… much older than any vampire I’d seen before. They all seemed to just stop aging as young adults, dripping eternal youth.

This man was an elder.

“What are you doing in here, girl?” he hissed, and I felt the color drain from my face as I walked backward down the stairs. “No need to be frightened of me,” he grumbled, turning back to the bookshelf with the duster in hand.

“I was just looking–”

“For what? A book about princesses? A fairy tale? You’ve come to the wrong library for that, I’m afraid.”

“Is there more than one?” I squeaked, adrenaline still pumping through my veins.

The man gave me a sarcastic look, then rolled his eyes back to the shelves. “No. And don’t go poking around where you’re not supposed to be–”

“I was told I had free access to the library,” I stammered, and he met my eye again, one wiry gray brow arched in shock.

“By?”

replied, a little breathless. “I just wanted something

feeders in

feeder,” I said quickly, cutting him off. The man looked thoroughly

are you still

his face, was just as shocked as the king had been when I’d healed the feeder. But something different twinkled

question, looking into the flames

just what kind of book are you looking for?” he asked, the flame of his own candle dancing

was sizing me up, and I was doing the same. I couldn’t outwardly tell him I was a spy, and an assassin, but maybe after a

this place. It’s history,

“Geography?”

geology would be

read a book

to read something that will put me into a stupor while I wait for the king to continue his trials on me,” I said

a breath, tilting his head toward the black pit

him down, down, down. The air became chilled and my breath puffed with moisture as we descended deep into the well of darkness. The books down here were damp, some totally covered in mold. I grimaced as he stopped, his fingers moving across several spines before he pulled out a massive, heavy book that

old, so be careful,” he said as he thrust it into

mildew and dust. I gave him a short smile, and he began to walk past

asked, noticing the stairs

ran up my spine that had

following close behind him as we walked back up the stairs to

it with the rich navy blue wool

remember,” he said, then turned away, walking back up the

***

had thousands

over books for years and still couldn’t make sense of what I was looking at

unhelpful. There were no pictures, and the pages were so old and

I hissed, flipping back to the beginning. I’d opened it in the middle for whatever reason, and had skipped the front title page, which was

but the spine had never been repaired, and I saw no signs of the title page being sewn in after the

ink spots and felt a jolt of

I growled, bringing my thumb to my mouth to suck the drop