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.

up my bloodied chest with the corner of his

me,” I growled, but neither man moved

a strange concept. What does it feel like, having someone bound to you like that?

nothing but property,” Slate sneered,

f*****g kill you, again,” I hissed, my fingers twitching as fury

long platinum hair trailing out behind him in a sheet of silver white. “Did your mate really think she could hide her pregnancy from me? I could taste it in her blood, you know. I could taste you. The only reason I kept her alive during her time

out, trying to

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

kingdom in New Night,” Slate added,

New Night?

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 kind… will just be fodder to my armies. And

him now?” Slate whined, trembling as he rested his palms on the bed, down right shaking with

the king said sharply, and Slate cowered,

let my remaining energy feed my power, my soul-sucking power, the

as the heat of it spread over my skin. The king hadn’t noticed; he

was… she was close. Oh Goddess, no.

my body. I couldn’t protect Lena by blanketing her in shadows, not now, not when I needed those powers to kill, or

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

going to kill me. I had no doubt in my

taking the

won’t be killing you. You’ll make too fine

as I felt his hand wrap around my wrist, then his breath was on

to it now. But the king was much stronger than his

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 me, and out

other wrist met with Slate’s teeth, who was too hungry to

like a wave of icy water as the dim light of the room began to fade

said aloud, and I was sure it would be the

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*Lena*

full force of the legion of warriors to cut through the vampires and

down, slicing them up and pushing them over the bridge that led to the castle, all while Narcissa

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

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,

knew exactly where she was headed. She was going to the library, to find

the stairs and let Oliver, Kiern, and the warriors finish the

of mist and starlight rushing down every

barely, but strong enough to give me

old room, and