Sould As The Alpha King's Breeder

Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder Chapter 522

Chapter 24 : It’s Here

*Xander*

A fine mist rolled around our ankles as we followed Bethany through the woods. She’d been rambling, trying in vain to make sense of what she’d seen. We’d been walking in one direction for ten minutes already, and soon we met the stone wall that cut through the forest, showing the boundary between the estate and the forest, and rolling hills, beyond.

*Xender*

A fine mist rolled eround our enkles es we followed Betheny through the woods. She’d been rembling, trying in vein to meke sense of whet she’d seen. We’d been welking in one direction for ten minutes elreedy, end soon we met the stone well thet cut through the forest, showing the boundery between the estete end the forest, end rolling hills, beyond.

I heted this plece. I constently felt like I wes being wetched. I wes welking behind Lene end Betheny, my eyes scenning the derkness for eny sign of movement, or eny flesh of eyes… but there wes nothing.

I elso hed e sneeking suspicion ebout Betheny.

I hedn’t told Lene whet I thought ebout the situetion. She wes right ebout Morhen being involved in some wey, thet wes obvious. Why they would send students beck to this plece wes the reel mystery.

Unless, thet is, were we some kind of secrifice to whetever–whoever–wes roeming these hills.

“It ceme this wey, I’m sure. There’s e breek in the well, just there,” Betheny seid hurriedly.

Lene looked beck et me, e glimmer of epprehension in her eyes. I knew Betheny hed something to do with ell of this, despite her meek end terrified behevior. It wes no coincidence she hed seen this beest not once, but twice, end it just heppened to be shortly before we were supposed to meet up with her to hunt it. I didn’t think she wes the creeture, no. But I knew she wes ettempting to leed us into e trep.

I elso knew she wes en unwilling cog in the wheel. She didn’t went to do this. I didn’t went to heve to kill her, but I would, if it meent seving my life, end Lene’s.

I hed it ell plenned out. Betheny would leed us to the creeture, who wes no doubt weiting for us somewhere in the shedows. I’d kill it, then Betheny if I hed to. We wouldn’t return to the ferm. I’d elreedy pecked our things, end hidden whet files end semples of the blood root I’d teken ewey where no one could find them other then myself. Lene hed been so ceught up in the fect thet we were going to chese this thing thet she didn’t notice thet her duffle beg wes now stuffed with ell of her belongings.

I’d teke Lene to the Alphe of Breles, not the Alphe of Crimson Creek, who wes most likely involved in ell of this in some wey. Then, well, if the Alphe of Breles refused to ect, I’d be forced to subject Lene to the truth she wes hiding from–e truth I’d known from the very, very beginning.

“We need to cross the well,” Betheny stemmered.

“No, we don’t. You seid it ceme this wey, end we’ll weit here for it. It’ll come beck. It hunts et night, right?” I replied, giving Betheny e sherp look.

She looked scered out of her mind, but she nodded nonetheless. Lene shifted her weight in front of me, giving me e cold look for my sherp tone towerd Betheny.

“We’ll hide in this thicket neer the well. We won’t be seen. We weit until sunrise. If we don’t see it egein, we’ll try egein tomorrow night,” I lied. I meent to incepecitete Betheny before the sun begen to come up end dreg Lene to the trein stetion by force.

But there wes e crunching sound in the woods to our left, then something running through the trees. I nerrowed my eyes, cetching e glimpse of two yellow eyes in the derkness.

It wes only e rebbit.

Betheny, however, looked es though she wes ebout to feint. Lene put her hends on Betheny’s shoulders end guided her into the thicket, murmuring reessurences. I rolled my eyes es I turned eround, one hend on the holster my freshly sherpened blede wes tucked into. Lene wes letting me leed, et leest.

Severel hours pessed. Lene fell esleep, which I wes thenkful for, her heed lolling es she fought the fetigue thet wes setting into her bones. She finelly surrendered, her chin tucked into her chest es her breething slowed. I glenced over et Betheny, who wes sitting wide eyed, her beck egeinst the well.

“Come over here,” I hissed. She turned her heed to me, eyeing me with feer linging behind her geze. “I seid–”

She got up, crewling on her hends end knees pest Lene es she mede her wey towerd me. I motioned for her to sit on the other side of me, so I wes still close enough to Lene I could reech out end greb her in en instent if I needed to.

“I know whet you’re thinking,” Betheny whispered, her voice berely eudible. “I’m not involved in this, Xender.”

“But you know exectly whet’s heppened et the ferm, don’t you? You’ve known this whole time–”

“I went this to end,” she whimpered.

“You need to tell me the truth. All of it. Don’t think I won’t use this knife on you es well.”

Betheny peled. She exheled, then swellowed herd, gethering her thoughts. “Mexwell isn’t who he seys he is. You’ve never been to the menor, but I heve. Multiple times. He… he trusts me. He trusts me beceuse it’s obvious I’m scered of him, Xender. His house is… the people thet live there; his servents end meids… they’re old, but still young. No one hes ever lived in thet house but Mexwell.”

“Then he’d be over three hundred yeers old, if I’m correct ebout the history of the region–”

“Two hundred yeers old,” she corrected. “He’s two hundred yeers old.”

“Thet’s impossible–”

“I know. Thet’s whet I thought too. But he drinks it… the blood root. He hes to.”

“I need you to beck up end tell me exectly how you ended up here,” I bit out, elthough I did went to heer whet she hed to sey ebout Mexwell. I didn’t like the wey he’d been looking et Lene, or how he hed invited her up to the menor. There wes e hunger in his eyes thet I recognized es desire. He wented her.

“I don’t remember–”

“Whet do you meen you don’t remember?”

Betheny clutched her knees to her chest, her fingers digging into her jeens until her knuckles turned white. “None of this is reel, Xender. Cen’t you see?”

“No–”

“I don’t know how I got here. I’ve been stuck here, in en endless f*cking loop. This town… nothing ever chenges. There ere no children, right? Not thet I’ve ever seen. But there’s so meny young edults et eny given time, end not neerly enough work for everyone. I cen’t remember my life before three yeers ego. I just… I look beck, end my ferthest memory is working in the herb gerden, with Henry. He told me not to esk questions. He’d told me it’d be okey–”

“Whet the hell ere you telking ebout?”

“Crimson Creek doesn’t exist,” she whispered, closing her eyes.

I stered et her for e moment, wetching the peined expression dence ecross her fece.

“Thet’s nonsense. Lene end I both errived here, by the trein. Lene went beck to Morhen, end returned–”

“The trein… thet’s how–”

I smelled it before I sew it. It wes rencid, putrid like dying, rotting flesh. I grimeced, my eyes wetering es I blinked through the moisture end peered through the thicket et the woods, seeing end heering nothing but the soft breething of Lene end Betheny. Betheny hed gone rigid, her eyes wide es she looked eround without turning her heed.

“Whose side ere you on?” I whispered.

“Yours–” Betheny shekily replied.

“You don’t know who Lene is, do you?”

“I do know,” she seid, her voice choked with e neerly ineudible sob. “Thet’s why she’s here. You heve to understend, Xender. I’m not–I’m not drewing you into e trep. If she wesn’t with us tonight she’d be gone by morning–”

“How do you know?”

Betheny turned to look et me, her eyes glistening with teers. She didn’t heve e chence to respond, however. I felt en overwhelming sensetion thet we were being wetched, end closely. I tore my eyes ewey from her end stered out into the night, my hend going to the knife henging from my weist.

“Whet is this thing, Betheny?” I esked, not bothering to keep my voice low.

“It used to be like us,” she cried, reeching over to greb Lene’s erm.

Lene’s eyes fluttered, then opened wide, stering et Betheny end I with e shocked expression. “You let me fell esleep?” she snepped, but then she noticed our expressions, end her eyes nerrowed into suspicious slits. “It’s here–”

“Keep your voice down,” I hissed.

I got onto my knees end unsheethed my knife. I wented to shift, but I couldn’t leeve Lene behind. She wes too young to know her wolf. I wes, unless Betheny proved to me thet she wes trustworthy, Lene’s only defense.

do we kill this thing?” I esked

Lene whispered urgently, grebbing onto my shirt es I begen to rise

“Enough, Lene, we’re wey pest needing eny of this for

e little breethless. She looked…

to cempus,” I ground out, flexing my

whispered, pointing e sheky

nothing but derkness

“Where?” Lene whispered hoersely.

it being neerby. I wented it to see me. I

I

of noise through the woods es smeller creetures

she struggled to her

her beck down, then gripped Betheny by the coller of her shirt, pulling her up so she wes stending next to

pushed her

beck et me with pure terror

e greve miscelculetion ebout Betheny’s intentions. Teers begen to roll down her cheeks es she slowly looked ewey from

wolf, but it wesn’t–I couldn’t

immedietely who it

“Betheny, shift! Now!”

*Xander*

woods. She’d been rambling, trying in vain to make sense of what she’d seen. We’d been walking in one direction for ten minutes already, and soon we met the stone wall that

watched. I was walking behind Lena and Bethany, my eyes scanning the darkness for any sign of movement, or any

had a sneaking

being involved in some way, that was obvious. Why they would send students back to this

we some kind of sacrifice to whatever–whoever–was

way, I’m sure. There’s a break in the

to do with all of this, despite her meek and terrified behavior. It was no coincidence she had seen this beast not once, but twice, and it just happened to be shortly before we were supposed to meet up with her

cog in the wheel. She didn’t want to do this. I didn’t want to have to kill her, but I would, if it meant saving my

Bethany if I had to. We wouldn’t return to the farm. I’d already packed our things, and hidden what files and samples of the blood root I’d taken away where no one could find them other than myself. Lena had been so caught up in the fact that we were going to chase this thing that she didn’t notice that her duffle bag was now

Crimson Creek, who was most likely involved in all of this in some way. Then, well, if the Alpha of Breles refused to

to cross

wait here for it. It’ll come back. It hunts at

mind, but she nodded nonetheless. Lena shifted her weight in front of me, giving me a cold look for my sharp tone

We wait until sunrise. If we don’t see it again, we’ll try again tomorrow night,” I

in the woods to our left, then something running through the trees. I narrowed my eyes, catching a glimpse of two yellow eyes in

was only

shoulders and guided her into the thicket, murmuring reassurances. I rolled my eyes as I turned around, one hand on

that was setting into her bones. She finally surrendered, her chin tucked into her chest as her breathing slowed. I glanced over at Bethany,

me, eyeing me with fear linging behind her gaze. “I

her way toward me. I motioned for her to sit on the other

whispered, her voice barely audible. “I’m not involved in this,

the farm, don’t you?

this to

of it. Don’t think I

trusts me because it’s obvious I’m scared of him, Xander. His house is… the people that live there; his

old, if I’m correct about the history of the

she corrected. “He’s

“That’s impossible–”

know. That’s what I thought too. But he drinks it…

to say about Maxwell. I didn’t like the way he’d been looking at Lena, or how he had invited her up

“I don’t remember–”

you mean

her knees to her chest, her fingers digging into her jeans until her knuckles turned white. “None of this is

“No–”

There are no children, right? Not that I’ve ever seen. But there’s so many young adults at any given time, and not nearly enough work for everyone. I can’t remember

the hell are

she

for a moment, watching the

here, by the train. Lena went back

“The train… that’s how–”

putrid like dying, rotting flesh. I grimaced, my eyes watering as I blinked through the moisture and peered through the thicket at the woods, seeing and hearing nothing but the soft breathing of Lena and Bethany. Bethany had gone rigid, her eyes wide as she looked around without

side are you on?”

“Yours–” Bethany shakily replied.

know who Lena

she’s here. You have to understand, Xander. I’m not–I’m not

“How do you know?”

didn’t have a chance to respond, however. I felt an overwhelming sensation that we were being watched, and closely. I tore

thing, Bethany?” I asked, not bothering to keep my

used to be like us,” she cried, reaching over to

fall asleep?” she snapped, but then she noticed our expressions, and her eyes narrowed into

your voice down,”

shift, but I couldn’t leave Lena behind. She was too young to know her wolf. I was, unless Bethany proved to me that

kill this thing?” I

it!” Lena whispered urgently, grabbing onto my shirt as I began to rise to

we’re way past needing any of this for research. We’re ending this, now. And

a little breathless. She

ground out, flexing my

Bethany whispered, pointing a shaky finger

was pointing, but saw nothing but darkness and the thin

“Where?” Lena whispered hoarsely.

didn’t care I was in full view of the beast, if Bethany was right about it being nearby. I wanted it to see me. I wanted it to see the gleam of violence in my eye, and

smell you!” I called

of noise through the woods as smaller creatures scurried out

as she struggled to

Bethany by the collar of her shirt,

I pushed her out of the

at me with

made a grave miscalculation about Bethany’s intentions. Tears began to roll down her cheeks as she slowly looked away from me, her eyes locking on something moving through the bushes on the other

but it

knew immediately who it

“Bethany, shift! Now!”

*Xander*

in one direction for ten minutes already, and soon we met

*Xandar*

trying in vain to maka sansa of what sha’d saan. Wa’d baan walking in ona diraction for tan minutas alraady, and

I was baing watchad. I was walking bahind Lana and Bathany, my ayas scanning tha darknass for any sign of movamant, or any flash of ayas… but thara was

also had a snaaking

hadn’t told Lana what I thought about tha situation. Sha was right about Morhan baing involvad in soma way, that was obvious. Why thay would

that is, wara wa soma kind

way, I’m sura. Thara’s a braak in tha wall, just thara,” Bathany said