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.”

you know

slowly, and for a moment looked almost angry, but his expression was blurred by curiosity as he

stop. The river was to my back, so I had nowhere to go as he slowly reached his tiny hand

feel his touch. I looked up at him, seeing that same dark shadow that sometimes followed in Jared’s wake billow

I screamed.

gone, the forest trembling and sending a blanket of last season’s leaves

my head to the sound

back into the forest. The trees

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 his

thrumming of the blood rushing in my ears. I knew that I had. I knew it with every shred of

his fur. I slowly met his gaze, holding it

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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

myself against the chill as rain pattered over our heads. We were still soaked. All of our clothes were wet and nothing had had a chance to dry out before the rain came. Brandt had built a fire in a small cave we’d found, but the cave wasn’t large enough for either of us to fit inside. Still, we’d been able to warm our hands and cook a rabbit over the struggling embers, which would have to be

I asked, my mouth going

the fire. “He wouldn’t have let Aeris take him back to the castle. I just don’t know… I don’t know what he offered in return for

deeply, closing my

Brandt said as he poked the embers with a stick. “That’s a very old name,

subject, even if it meant telling Brandt what had happened before he’d found me. We’d spent the rest of the day putting distance between us

was, and he knew mine.” I told him about the child I’d seen, my voice trembling over his ghostlike appearance. Maybe I

even within the Church. Draven was said to be a son of Lycaon, the first of his children to be born in this

a

maybe not. Could’ve just been the forest playing tricks on you. But it is interesting that you’d just know

been pushing back against the Church of the Moon Goddess,” I said, knitting my fingers over my knees. “Even with your Alpha King’s permission for the Churches to share their artifacts and texts for research purposes. Lycaon and Morrighan were enemies, you know. Some people think

then took a deep breath. “Do you know the story of Draven,

head,

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

a soft smile. I was looking forward to the story,

of our realm, an old city once called… Myrel, I believe. No one has ever

him, leaning

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 shredded by grief that he took his own life to be with them. So, his death marked the end

the only surviving member of Lycaon’s court was Lycaon’s youngest son, who wasn’t born until after he fled. Jonis–he was the first Dark Lord, the first Alpha