Sold AS The alpha King's Breeder

Chapter 625

Chapter 125 : I’m Not a Ghost

*Lena*

I was home; how, I didn’t know. I’d simply opened my eyes and found myself lying on my back looking up at a star-flecked sky, turning my head to see the muted lights of Crimson Creek in the distance. Some of the grand estates dotting the horizon had lights glistening in their windows, and a sense of peace washed over me as I sat up, hugging my knees.

I was still dressed in the warrior garb I’d been wearing when I first passed through the portal. I knew the portal was no longer there; I couldn’t feel it. There was no longer an unearthly pull toward the sweeping hills outside of Crimson Creek. It was quiet, still, and peaceful.

Gideon’s house rose against the horizon as I made my way through the hills. Below me, Crimson Creek was awash in activity. Hundreds, if not thousands, of people moved between black tents, lanterns bobbing as they made their way through the dark. Armored trucks were stationed around the village, and I could see shadowed figures passing out boxes into waiting hands.

Our kind was helping the lower vampires who had escaped. They had nowhere else to go now. This was their home, as much as it was ours.

My chest tightened as I continued my slow walk to Gideon’s property. I didn’t know why I felt like I needed to go there first. It seemed like the right thing to do. I wanted to check in with my friends and find out what had happened in my absence, however long that had been.

I opened the rusted gate at the end of Gideon’s driveway and looked up at the house. Someone was sitting on the porch steps, their body casting a long shadow across the moonlit front yard. They looked up at me, and I saw a flash of copper as the figure stood, stepping into the light.

“Lena,” Oliver breathed in disbelief.

I gave him a weak smile, noticing the lines of grief and exhaustion lining his face as he walked forward. He looked as though he wasn’t sure I was actually there, his eyes wide and skeptical as he took me in.

“I’m not a ghost,” I said softly, my eyes leaving his to catch a flicker of movement behind the windows in the house, which were drenched in a pale amber glow. Several people were inside, and my heart leaped in my throat as I realized Xander might be one of them. “Is he here?”

“No,” Oliver replied. He knew exactly who I was talking about. His voice softened as he said, “He’s in Breles, recovering.”

“Is he alright?”

Oliver was only a few feet away from me now. He stopped walking, his face flushing with color as he reached out his hand and grazed my sleeve with his fingertips. He let out his breath in a whoosh and jumped back a step.

“I’m not a ghost,” I repeated, noticing the slight tremble that rippled over his body for a moment. He didn’t pull me into a hug like I thought he would. His skeptical expression didn’t change, not a bit. My heart squeezed as I looked into his eyes, noticing the usual fire was gone. “Are you alright?”

“Come inside,” he said without a hint of emotion. I exhaled deeply, clenching my fists at my sides as I opened my mouth to say his name and demand that he tell me what was wrong, but he turned away, heading back into the house without so much as a word.

in the shimmering altar, a vision of Oliver bringing down the portal. He’d done so without a glimmer of emotion in his eyes. Oliver, who’d been the

thousands were dead. I struggled

the kitchen, their faces smudged with flour. Bethany gave me a soft smile, her eyes glistening with tears. Alma

was seated in an armchair, sitting directly across from Ben, who was looking over his shoulder at me with a knowing smile on his face. Gideon’s brothers

to take my hand and led me toward the staircase, nodding in a business-like fashion in a way

a few minutes,” Bethany called out, but Gideon ignored her as he

could reply a man stepped out of one of the bedrooms

said beneath his breath, coming

asked

tall and dark haired with a handsome if not menacing face glowered at me, then reluctantly stepped aside to allow me to cross the hallway

cooing sound came from the bed, which was a tangle of sheets and quilts as my eyes moved from the foot of the bed to the young woman lying in it, her arms wrapped around a nursing infant. She had bright, pale gold hair that was braided

never seen her in person. I didn’t think she was still

features faded at the mention of her name. She swallowed weakly, glancing toward the doorway where the vampire male

wincing in pain. She was… ill, perhaps, or hurt. The baby was still a pale pink

vampires could breed with wolves. Xander had said as much when he told me about Henry being Bethany’s father. I glanced up at

him,” Carly choked, a

pushing me out of

my love. You need

My love?

Carly’s cheek. Her eyes watered, her face twisting into a painful pout as she began to whimper. My gaze wandered past the couple to a cart full of supplies on the other side of the bed, and then to a trash bin in the corner of the room. Blood-soaked gauze

softly. “We haven’t

the stairs and within a second she was in the doorway, holding a fresh set of towels and sheets under one arm and a tea tray balanced

so much as looking at me as she bustled into the room, waving Lincoln away from Carly’s

I glanced at her as she coaxed Carly to hand

bloody sheets beneath Carly, and when I looked up I noticed Lincoln looking

was dripping with malice, and I almost shuttered under the steel behind his gaze. “She was dragged by her hair into my realm, then beaten and used as a feeder. That man–that man who ran that estate in this realm sold her to the king, but his

but that had obviously been a lie. Fury burned behind Lincoln’s eyes as he continued, “We found refuge in one of the underground cities. We married, and I got her out before the portal came down. We went with the rest

years. I wondered if she knew just how long it

gently prodded her belly, and Alma turned to look up at me, a

over Carly’s skin and the yellowing of her eyes. Her lips were tinted a muted blue. She