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.

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

growled, but neither

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

nothing but property,” Slate sneered, “breeding

f*****g kill you, again,” I hissed, my fingers twitching as fury and adrenaline numbed the pain

bed, his 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

ground out, trying to form fists with

by my curses. “Then you can have her, Slate. That

kingdom in New Night,” Slate added, rocking on his

New Night?

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 kind… will just be

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

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

remaining energy feed my power, my soul-sucking power, the power that had plagued my family since the dawn

as the heat of it spread over my skin. The

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

my power roll over my body. I couldn’t protect

the depleted strength I had to bring

me. I had no doubt in my mind that

the

You’ll make

words, gritting my teeth as I felt his hand wrap

to it now. But the king was much stronger than his guards, and the force of his power was

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

the ground as my other wrist met with Slate’s teeth, who was too hungry to

take me like a wave of icy water

would be the last

***

*Lena*

the legion of warriors to cut through the vampires

pushing them over the bridge that led to the castle, all while Narcissa walked in front

deep well of rock that surrounded the fortress. She strode inside, looking around as more vampires rushed

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 will be able to use

was gone, and I knew exactly where she was headed. She was going to the library,

took off for the stairs and let Oliver,

silver wolves made of mist and starlight rushing down every

give me a clue as to where he was–where he was barely hanging

in my old room, and the