Sold AS The alpha King's Breeder

Chapter 620

Chapter 120 : Xander Is Dead

*Xander*

I wanted to be dead.

But those vampire bastards were doing everything they could to keep me alive. I was sure the torture they were inflicting was part of the act of trying to turn me into one of their hybrids, but the powers in my blood were preventing that from happening.

I was reserving those powers, turning them into something almost euphoric instead of deadly. If one of the Death Walkers attempted to feed on me, well, they were suddenly dizzy and unstable, often falling into a deep slumber with a childlike smile on their face.

I don’t know how long this had been going on. I hadn’t left the circular room where they were keeping me. The only thing keeping me lucid was Lena’s smell, which seemed to overwhelm the room. This is where she had been kept, and I was sure King Nikolas was keeping me here on purpose.

My body was in shambles, and every ragged breath was a challenge. I couldn’t feel my legs, and my skin burned with fever.

Just let me die, I thought, every time a new vampire came in to force some blood root tonic down my throat. Just let me die.

But then I… I was sure I wasn’t seeing what I saw.

Slate was in the room, talking to a Death Walker. His skin was… gray, his eyes a pale red. He looked totally different, but yet, his voice–his voice was the same.

Not real–he wasn’t real. I was dreaming.

Until I wasn’t.

“I’m going to be the one to kill you,” Slate said into my ear, his elongated fangs grazing my neck. I tried to push him away, but I couldn’t move my arms. My fingers twitched in response to his touch. I curled my fingers, which sent a shooting pain up my arms and into my shoulders.

No, not Slate–I’d seen him go over that gorge. I’d heard him hit the bottom.

“Get away from him, Slate. You’ll have your turn,” King Nikolas said as he strode into the room.

I was able to turn my head enough to see him as he approached, and I started, shocked by his skin.

He was pale, nearly translucent. But burn scars fanned out over his skin, covering one eye. He looked… horrific, a walking nightmare. And he was furious.

“Can you feel her yet, little wolf?” he sneered, reaching down to scrape a long, jagged fingernail down my bare chest.

I hissed with pain as he broke my skin open. He chuckled under his breath, eyes flicking toward Slate, who was staring at the fresh blood on my chest with a look of pure, animalist hunger. “Wait your turn,” he barked at Slate.

“The guards say his blood is… different,” Slate drooled, which made my jaw clench.

I felt my powers of darkness rushing forward, twisting and turning into something deadly in my veins.

are always so hungry,” the king said to me with a shrug, mopping up my bloodied chest with the corner of his

me,” I growled, but neither man moved

having someone bound to you like that? They say it’s like sharing a soul. Is that

property,” Slate sneered, “breeding

fingers twitching as fury and adrenaline numbed

platinum hair trailing out behind him in a sheet of silver white. “Did your mate really think she could hide her pregnancy

ground out, trying to

an heir out of her yet,” the king said, unperturbed by my curses. “Then you can have her, Slate. That was the deal,

New Night,” Slate added, rocking on

New Night?

Of course.” The king reached up to tuck a lock of my hair behind my ear, his touch making my skin crawl. “How close we are to taking over your realm, little wolf. Your homes will soon be filled with my kind. Your people won’t need them. Your

trembling as he rested his palms on

sharply, and Slate cowered, falling to his knees on the

of mirth seeing Slate cower. I let my remaining energy feed my power, my soul-sucking power, the power that

the heat

I could feel it. She was… she was close. Oh Goddess, no. No! She was

power roll over my body. I couldn’t protect Lena by blanketing her in shadows, not now, not when I needed those powers to kill, or at least subdue the

was weak. It was taking all of the depleted strength I had

was going to kill me. I had no doubt in my mind

I’d be taking the king with me into

make too fine of a hybrid to

his words, gritting my teeth as I felt his hand wrap around my wrist, then his

it now. But the king was much stronger than his guards, and the

wound he’d inflicted. I used the last ounce of life I had

heard the king’s shocked moan. Something clattered to the ground as my other wrist met

felt it take me like a wave of icy water as the dim light of the room began to

said aloud, and I was sure it would be the last word to

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*Lena*

guarded, and it took the full force of the legion of warriors to cut through the vampires and gain entrance. Vampire after vampire charged for us, snarling and clacking their fangs

bridge that led to the castle, all while Narcissa walked in front of me, casually, like she was just taking a

hand, flying off into the deep well of rock that surrounded the fortress. She strode inside, looking around as more vampires rushed us. She

softly, a playful smile touching her lips as she placed her hand on the railing, “is will the stone

she was headed. She was going to the library, to find that ghost

stairs and let Oliver, Kiern, and the warriors

my silver wolves made of

but strong enough to give me a clue as to

my old room, and the door