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 my

was blurred by curiosity as he scanned

to my back, so I had nowhere to go

looked up at him, seeing that same

I screamed.

the forest trembling and sending a blanket

distant 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

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

front of us before sitting back on his haunches, his tongue lolling out of his mouth as he fought to catch

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 my

to look at me, his blue eyes bright against the deep color of his fur. I slowly met his gaze, holding it there for a moment before I let myself slump to the ground

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my eyes. “But then we need to go. We’ll have to travel through the Dark Forest. The southern trail is too

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

got out?” I asked, my mouth going dry

castle. I just don’t know… I don’t know what he offered

exhaled deeply, closing my eyes for

poked the embers with a

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

I told him about the child

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

did see a ghost,” I said

But it is interesting

I said, knitting my fingers over my knees. “Even with your Alpha King’s permission for the Churches to

took a deep breath. “Do you know

my head,

twins, being one

looking forward to the story, honestly. Brandt’s voice was

was 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

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

more powerful than Lycaon according to some interpretations of the legend. He killed everyone in Lycaon’s court but Lycaon fled… which explains why his tomb is in your realm.

after he fled. Jonis–he was the first Dark Lord, the first Alpha King of