Sold AS The alpha King's Breeder

Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder Chapter 825

Chapter 36 : The Lore of Egoren

He couldn’t have been more than eight. Long black hair fell in loose waves over his shoulders, totally unruffled and gleaming in the sunlight drifting through the thick canopy of branches above our heads. He peered down at me with dark gray eyes, black lashes brushing against his cheeks every time he blinked.

What was a kid doing out here? And alone?

I rolled over onto my belly, coughing and spitting up water as I got up onto my knees. I was still trying to process what he’d said to me. His Cryptex? No, definitely not.

The boy made no moves in my direction as I wrung out my shirtfront between my trembling hands and reached up to remove my backpack.

Everything inside would be drenched. I winced at the thought of the map and scroll, wondering if they were ruined and beyond repair.

“Where are your parents?” I asked, narrowing my eyes at him against the glare of the sun that seemed to illuminate him from behind, casting most of his small body in shadow.

He shrugged, picking the bark off a stick with his fingernails.

“Where are you parents?” he mimicked, then gave me a smirk that could have belonged to a man three times his age. “Far from here, I assume. But you’re not a White Queen, no. That, you are not. But you know them, don’t you? Was it your mother Gemma who was resurrected from the dead by Maeve? I can feel the moonstone in you.”

He spoke like a well-educated diplomat… or an Alpha. I slowly straightened my back, a ripple of gooseflesh prickling up my arms as I met his eyes. They were the color of dark mist, like a thick fog reflecting moonlight. How did he know all of this? Why would he know? That had all happened before I was born.

“Where is your Dark Lord?” he asked, his mouth twitching into a devious smile.

I couldn’t answer. I didn’t know how. I reached up and rubbed my head, thinking maybe I’d smacked it on a rock or something and was losing my mind.

“Does he really think he can put my Cryptex back together again?” the boy asked, crunching a twig beneath his foot. His shoes were made of fine fabric, practically slippers, and as I slowly looked him up and down I noticed his clothes were simple, but dated, and in absolutely perfect condition.

He didn’t look like a child lost in the woods.

In fact, he didn’t look like a child at all. He was… something else.

The sunlight trickled over his skin, glimmering in a ghost-like fashion.

“Who are you?” I asked, my voice strained and hoarse from nearly drowning.

“Draven,” he replied, his eyes meeting mine. “And you’re Eliza.”

do you know

expression was blurred by curiosity as he scanned my face. “Sea-glass eyes… such a unique color. I

before coming to a stop. The river was to my back, so I had

at him, seeing that same dark shadow that sometimes followed

I screamed.

was gone, the forest trembling and sending a blanket of last

thundering and the sound of low-lying branches being ripped from the trees as something large moved in my direction. I turned my head to the sound of splashing water, and then Brandt was at my side, his dark brown fur sodden and pooling

him, then looked back into the forest. The trees grew thick here, the sunlight barely penetrating the

his backpack on the ground in front of us before sitting back on his haunches, his tongue lolling out of his mouth as he fought to catch his breath. He’d just crossed the river with

the person who gave Jared the Cryptex,” I said, my voice sounding so distant, distorted by the thrumming of the blood rushing in my ears. I knew that I had. I knew it with every shred of

of his fur. I slowly met his gaze, holding it there for a moment before I let myself slump to the ground and closed

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rest for another hour,” Brandt said over the fire, his knees tucked into his chest as he met my eyes. “But then we need to go. We’ll have to travel through the Dark

had had a chance to dry out before the rain came. Brandt had built a fire in a small cave

you think Jared got out?” I asked, my mouth going dry around

I just don’t

deeply, closing my eyes

embers with a stick. “That’s a very old name,

between us and Aeris’s territory,

the child I’d seen, my voice trembling over his ghostlike appearance. Maybe I

is… up for debate, even within the Church. Draven was

I did see a ghost,” I said

is interesting that you’d just know the name Draven. I didn’t think anyone from the Realm

with your Alpha King’s permission for the Churches

breath.

shook my head, meeting his

Draven was a son of Lycaon, born shortly after this realm was created. He was a twin, and was cast out of his father’s house because Lycaon was wary of twins, being one and all. Draven was Lycaon’s first enemy in this realm.” Brandt sighed, scratching his temple. “I hope I’m telling this correctly. It’s been a long time since I

was looking forward to the story, honestly. Brandt’s voice was the only thing keeping the forest from

said to have taken up residence in one of the northernmost territories of our realm, an old city once called… Myrel, I believe. No one has ever found the city, but this is

okay, Brandt, I know,” I assured him, leaning forward in anticipation. “What happened

the legend. He killed everyone in Lycaon’s court but Lycaon fled… which explains why his tomb is in your realm. But when he returned to Myrel victorious, he found his mate dying in childbirth. His powers were no help at all. He lost both his mate and unborn child, and was so

surviving member of Lycaon’s court was Lycaon’s youngest son, who wasn’t born until after he fled. Jonis–he