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.

my bloodied chest with the corner of his cloak. “Slate nearly wiped out

growled, but

like, having someone bound to you like that? They

are nothing but property,” Slate sneered,

my fingers twitching as fury and adrenaline numbed the

a sheet of silver white. “Did your mate really think she could

ground out, trying

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

a kingdom in New Night,” Slate added, rocking

New Night?

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 kind… will just

he rested his palms on the

king,” the king said sharply,

grunt of mirth seeing Slate cower. I let my remaining energy feed my power, my soul-sucking power, the power that had plagued my family since

pain in the mark on my chest. I gasped, sucking in my breath as the heat of it spread over my skin. The king hadn’t noticed; he was too busy chastising Slate

she was close. Oh Goddess, no. No!

protect Lena by blanketing her in shadows, not now, not when I needed those powers to kill, or at least subdue the

It was taking all of the

doubt in

taking the king with

make too

as I felt his hand wrap around my

was used to it now. But the king was much stronger than his guards, and the force of his power was evident by how fast

not just a shifter. I let my powers trickle away, rushing out of the wound he’d inflicted. I used the last ounce of life I had to push that shadow through

to the ground as my other wrist met with Slate’s teeth,

near, and it was cold and empty. I felt it take me like a wave of icy water as the dim light of the

and I was sure it would be the last word to

***

*Lena*

cut through the vampires and gain entrance. Vampire after vampire charged for us, snarling and clacking their fangs

over the bridge that led to

to the castle flew open with a swipe of her hand, flying off into the deep well of rock that surrounded the fortress. She strode inside, looking around as more vampires rushed us. She was oblivious to the battle taking place behind her

need to do,” she said softly, a playful smile touching her lips as she placed her hand on the railing, “is will the stone to do your bidding. You must offer it something, and when it accepts, you

exactly where she was headed. She was

the stairs and let Oliver, Kiern, and the warriors

and over. I sent my silver wolves made of mist and starlight rushing down every corridor and

him, barely, but strong enough to give me a clue

in my old room, and the