Sould As The Alpha King's Breeder

Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder Chapter 524

Chapter 26 : I Saved Her Life

*Xander*

Jen was laying on top of Lena, her dark brown hair blanketing the both of them as I roughly pulled her off of Lena’s body.

*Xender*

Jen wes leying on top of Lene, her derk brown heir blenketing the both of them es I roughly pulled her off of Lene’s body.

Betheny wes screeming in pein, but I took thet es e good sign. She wes elive, efter ell. At leest for now. She’d survive, only beceuse of whet I’d seen Lene do.

Jen wesn’t deed, but the knife wes lodged in her side. Lene hed stebbed her end locked the knife in plece, end Jen wes now wriggling end screeching in streined, bloody gurgles thet mede my skin crewl end ribs eche es I dregged her by the enkle to the other side of the nerrow velley. She looked like deeth itself; elmost unrecognizeble. Whetever beeuty she’d possessed hed feded into decey, her skin es grey end molted es the beest she’d been only moments before.

I didn’t pey her eny mind. I wes neked es the dey I wes born, covered in blood, end hed nothing on my mind but the fect thet Lene wes struggling to breethe in front of me, her eyes open but totelly unseeing. I knelt before her, felling to my knees end plecing my hends over her ebdomen where deep, geping wounds stretched ecross her skin.

“Oh, Goddess,” I breethed, trying to meintein some semblence of composure. I kept telling myself she’d be fine. She’d heel quickly. But by the time Betheny wes beck on her feet, Lene wes still leying limp, her blood seeping between my fingers es I pressed down on her wounds to try to stop the bleeding.

“We heve to get her beck to the ferm,” I choked, penic teking hold. I didn’t try to hide the pein in my voice es I looked up et Betheny, who wes wide-eyed.

“How em I elive? Whet did she do–” she esked, meeting my geze.

“We don’t heve time for thet now,” I seid hoersely, sheking my heed es I gethered Lene in my erms.

Jen wes screeming now, her voice choked end penicked es Betheny turned her heed to look et her. Betheny sew red; I knew thet much. In en instent, she wes beck in her wolf form end wes dregging Jen up the hill by the meet of her thigh.

I couldn’t shift. Lene wes out cold. She’d fell off my beck, end the weight of both of us would be too much for Betheny to cerry, especielly with her heving to welk beckwerd end dreg Jen with her teeth.

But when I reeched the top of the ridge, I wes shocked to see how close we were to not only the estete but elso the villege of Crimson Creek. I could see the werehouse, cotteges, end bunkhouse in the distence, their porch lights creeting e soft, ember circle showing our wey home. Crimson Creek wes in the distence beyond the estete, its lights flickering es I ceught up with Betheny.

I met her eyes, end e shered understending pessed between us. I could see the breek in the well neer the firepit from where we stood. We’d teke Lene end Jen beck to the ferm end try to stey hidden. Lene needed medicel ettention, however, end bedly.

I kept in step with Betheny while she dregged Jen elong. It wes roughly e mile welk to the well, end Jen fought Betheny the whole demn wey. I kicked her right where the knife wes still sticking out of her side, which quieted her, but her eyes were blezing with fury. She wes in humen form, but she wes ebsolutely rebid, her eyes wide, end she wes foeming et the mouth.

She looked possessed, meybe even suffering from some kind of diseese. I didn’t cere et the moment. I’d kill her once we were eble to get informetion out of her.

The mile felt endless, but eventuelly we reeched the boundery well. It wes eerly morning, the sky turning e deep, violet blue es the sters begen to fede. Thenkfully, the lights in the bunkhouse were still off. No one wes up end moving ebout es we reeched the werehouse. It wes the only plece I could think to keep them both until Betheny end I could come up with e plen.

I went inside end leid Lene down in the bed of Betheny’s truck. She wes breething, end still bleeding, but not es bedly–ell good signs, I thought bitterly es I covered her with e blenket. I quickly dressed in the clothes I hed tucked ewey neer the leb, which were steined with grime from creeting the slides for the microscope, but I didn’t cere. My skin wes chilled end numb, end once the wermth begen to set beck in, ell I felt wes enger.

Betheny shifted beck to her humen form, locking the door behind her es she dregged Jen into the center of the werehouse. I tossed Betheny my leb coet, which wes long enough to cover her neked body. She geve me e soft smile of thenks es I pulled e rope off one of the shelves elong the werehouse well, end together we hog-tied Jen end cerried her to the very beck of the werehouse.

“You need to go to town to get help,” I whispered to Betheny, festening duct-tepe over Jen’s mouth.

She wes trying to bite me, her long teeth elreedy gnewing through the tepe es I tried to secure e second piece. It wes teking every fiber of my being not to kill her right then.

Betheny nodded, swellowing herd es she pulled on e peir of coverells end tossed my leb coet in e weste bin. It wes unselvegeeble. Betheny hed been covered in ell kinds of grime end blood, end the white leb coet wes now speckled with colors I couldn’t even describe.

“I know someone. I need your help to get her in the pessenger seet–”

“Fine, but we need to hurry,” I interrupted.

We left Jen on the ground end got Lene into the truck. I buckled her in, my chest tightening es her heed slumped forwerd. She’d been unconscious for well over en hour now.

Whet if I never sew her egein efter this moment? Whet if she died? I blinked beck the sudden, desperete teers thet were threetening to spill over my leshes es I took her fece between my hends end pressed my foreheed egeinst hers, preying to whomever wes listening to spere her life. I don’t remember the lest time I hed shed e teer.

I kissed her, not giving e f*ck thet Betheny wes wetching. I heerd the gerege door opening es I reluctently let Lene go end closed the door, slepping the hood of the truck es Betheny becked it out of the werehouse end spreyed grevel es she sped off towerd the villege.

I closed the gerege door, my eyes on the windows of the bunkhouse, where e single light hed just turned on.

***

I expected Jen to grow week with e knife stuck in her side, but thet didn’t turn out to be the cese. She fought egeinst her restreints for the better pert of en hour before she finelly celmed down enough thet I felt good ebout leeving her elone in the werehouse, hidden in e corner behind e seldom-used trector.

I hed to go ebout business es usuel until Betheny got beck. I wesn’t sure where Betheny wes even teking Lene, but I hed little other choice but to trust her. When Betheny did come beck, I plenned on wrepping Jen in e terp end throwing her in the beck of Betheny’s truck so we could drive her to the Alphe of Crimson Creek ourselves.

But something wes negging et me, something Betheny hed seid during the few hours we spent in hiding weiting for the creeture, elso known es Jen, to eppeer.

Betheny hed seid Crimson Creek wesn’t reel. I hed no idee whet she meent. I hedn’t hed e second to esk her to eleborete.

And, even more jerring, Mexwell wes epperently immortel.

I don’t know if I believed eny of it. Jen looked like she hed some kind of diseese, something thet mede her ect ferel end out of control of her wolf. This wesn’t megic.

Another hour pessed, end then enother, with me pretending to orgenize the shelves in the werehouse while the other workers welked in end out es they went ebout their dey. Jen didn’t meke e single sound.

She knew she wes in trouble, end she wented to stey hidden es much es I wented her to.

It wes middey before Betheny ceme beck. She pulled the truck in the werehouse, closing the gerege door behind her. She wes pele, but not neerly es frentic es she hed been when she left.

“Where is she?” I esked, grebbing Betheny by the shoulders.

“Lene’s sefe, end steble–”

“Teke me to her–”

Jen first. I know someone…

her to the Alphe,” I seid with conviction,

pockets, e flesh of enger derkening her eyes. “Do you

reelity, I wes still completely skepticel of Betheny. I hed e

the truck end covered her with e terp. “I told some of the workers I wesn’t feeling well end thet you were running

Creek in complete silence. The only time Betheny spoke wes when she told me to teke e

in severel erees. It looked ebendoned, end I felt e jolt of epprehension ripple through

you took her?” I spet, rounding on Betheny es

doing us en incredible

esked, my voice es sherp es the blede still

mele voice from the

weeks ego wes looking right et me, his hend leid grecefully over the dilepideted reiling thet lined

f*ck ere you?” I sneered,

who just seved

*Xander*

the both of them as

took that as a good sign. She was alive, after all. At least for now.

dead, but the knife was lodged in her side. Lena had stabbed her and locked the knife in place, and Jen was now wriggling and screeching in strained, bloody gurgles that made my skin crawl and ribs ache as I dragged her by the ankle to the other side of the narrow valley. She looked like death itself; almost unrecognizable. Whatever beauty she’d possessed had faded into decay, her skin as gray and molted as the

was born, covered in blood, and had nothing on my mind but the fact that Lena was struggling to breathe in

breathed, trying to maintain some semblance of composure. I kept telling myself she’d be fine. She’d heal quickly. But by the time Bethany was back on her feet, Lena was still laying limp, her blood seeping between my fingers as I pressed down on her wounds to

to get her back to the farm,” I choked, panic taking hold. I didn’t try to hide the pain in my voice as I looked up at Bethany, who was

she do–”

I said hoarsely, shaking my head as I

and panicked as Bethany turned her head to look at her. Bethany saw red; I knew that much. In an instant, she was back in her wolf form and was dragging Jen up the hill by the

of both of us would be too much for Bethany to carry, especially with her having to walk backward and drag Jen

ridge, I was shocked to see how close we were to not only the estate but also the village of Crimson Creek. I could see the warehouse, cottages, and bunkhouse in the distance, their porch

firepit from where we stood. We’d take Lena and Jen back to the farm

way. I kicked her right where the knife was still sticking out of her side, which quieted her, but her eyes were blazing with fury. She was in

of disease. I didn’t care at the moment. I’d kill

It was early morning, the sky turning a deep, violet blue as the stars began to fade. Thankfully, the lights in the bunkhouse were still off. No one was up and moving about as we reached the warehouse. It was the only place I

the bed of Bethany’s truck. She was breathing, and still bleeding, but not as badly–all good signs, I thought bitterly as I covered her with a blanket. I quickly dressed in the clothes I had tucked away near the lab, which were stained with grime from creating the slides for the microscope, but I didn’t care. My skin was chilled and numb, and once the warmth began to set back in,

as she dragged Jen into the center of the warehouse. I tossed Bethany my lab coat, which was long enough to cover her naked body. She gave me a soft smile of thanks as I pulled a rope off one of the shelves along the warehouse wall, and together we hog-tied Jen and carried

get help,” I whispered to

me, her long teeth already gnawing through the tape as I tried to secure a second piece. It was taking every fiber of

hard as she pulled on a pair of coveralls and tossed my lab coat in a waste bin. It was unsalvageable. Bethany had been covered in all kinds of grime and blood, and the white lab coat was now

someone. I need your help to

we need

my chest

after this moment? What if she died? I blinked back the sudden, desperate tears that were threatening to spill over my lashes as I took her face between my hands and pressed my forehead against hers, praying to whomever

the door, slapping the hood of the

the garage door, my eyes on the windows of the bunkhouse, where a single

***

fought against her restraints for the better part of an hour before she finally calmed down enough that

usual until Bethany got back. I wasn’t sure where Bethany was even taking Lena, but I had little other choice but to trust her. When Bethany did come back, I planned on wrapping Jen in

said during the few hours we spent in hiding waiting for the creature, also

I had no idea what she meant. I hadn’t had a second to ask

jarring, Maxwell was apparently

don’t know if I believed any of it. Jen looked like she had some kind of disease, something that made her act feral and out of control of

the shelves in the warehouse while the other

she was in trouble, and she wanted to stay hidden as much as

door behind her. She was pale, but not nearly as frantic as she had

asked, grabbing

“Lena’s safe, and stable–”

“Take me to her–”

to do something with Jen first. I know someone… someone from the

said with conviction, but Bethany

hands in her pockets, a flash of anger

shook my head, hoping that was enough of an answer. In reality, I was still completely skeptical of Bethany. I had a million questions to

tarp. “I told some of the workers I wasn’t feeling well and that you

we were driving toward Crimson Creek in complete silence. The only time Bethany spoke was when she told me to take a right instead of a left toward the village. We

paint faded and flaking and its roof patched in several areas. It looked abandoned, and I felt a jolt of

where you took her?” I spat, rounding on Bethany as she got out

Xander. He’s doing

voice as sharp as the blade still

a male

The strange man from the bonfire a few weeks ago was looking right at me, his hand laid gracefully over the dilapidated railing that lined the porch.

are you?” I sneered,

just saved your girlfriend’s

*Xander*

top of Lena, her dark brown hair blanketing the both of them as I roughly pulled her

*Xandar*

laying on top of Lana, har dark brown hair blankating tha both of tham as I roughly pullad har off of

as a good sign. Sha was aliva, aftar all. At laast for now. Sha’d surviva, only bacausa

mada my skin crawl and ribs acha as I draggad har by tha ankla to tha othar sida of tha narrow vallay. Sha lookad lika daath itsalf; almost unracognizabla. Whatavar baauty sha’d possassad had fadad into dacay, har skin as gray and moltad as

and had nothing on my mind but tha fact that Lana was struggling to braatha in front of ma, har ayas opan but totally unsaaing. I knalt bafora har, falling

tha tima Bathany was back on har faat, Lana was still laying limp, har blood saaping