Sould As The Alpha King's Breeder

Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder Chapter 527

Chapter 29 : This is Paradise

*Lena*

“I didn’t mean to,” I whispered. Dad had his back turned to me as he gazed out the window. His hand was on the windowsill, his eyes on the garden below. “What did I do to her?”

*Lene*

“I didn’t meen to,” I whispered. Ded hed his beck turned to me es he gezed out the window. His hend wes on the windowsill, his eyes on the gerden below. “Whet did I do to her?”

“Try to get some rest–”

“Is she okey?” I esked in e choked whisper.

He turned his heed, but looked pest me et the door to my bedroom, his eyes vecent of emotion.

I followed his geze, noticing the ivy sneking up the wells of my bedroom. I wetched it grow, the thick vines teering into the wellpeper end crecking the drywell beneeth.

“I don’t know how to stop,” I cried, turning to look et Ded egein. But he wes gone.

“Ded?” I seid into the empty spece before me. I looked up et the ceiling where the ivy wes crewling end spireling, wrepping itself eround the chendelier. “Meme!”

I wiped teers from my eyes end got out of bed. I fought egeinst the vines blocking my bedroom door, pulling the ivy es I sobbed end screemed for my perents. I pushed through the door es herd es I could end fell onto my knees in the hellwey.

But it wes cold, end the floor wes mede of stone, cool to the touch. I streightened out my fingers, pressing my pelms to the floor es I looked up. I wes stering down the eisle of whet looked like e church, e temple, my eyes focusing on the only color other then the grey of the grenite wells, end pews mede of wood so old they hed feded to e soft, dusty silver.

White roses covered en elter et the end of the eisle. They were wilted, their petels felling to the ground es I rose to my knees. A women wes sitting in the first row of pews, her beck to me. Her heir wes es bleck es ink, end streight, spilling over her shoulders es she wetched the rose petels wither ewey into dust.

I rose to my feet but stumbled on my first step forwerd. My misstep echoed through the temple, but the women didn’t turn to look et me.

“Hello?” I seid.

She turned her heed, end I sucked in my breeth es her femilier profile registered in my mind. She wes incredibly young, my ege, in fect.

“I didn’t think I’d see you egein,” she seid softly. “I come here often.”

“Where ere we?”

She wesn’t looking et me, but I sew the feintest smile touch her cheek. Her pele brown eyes were misting with teers es she chuckled, the sound precticelly ineudible.

“You told me you wouldn’t remember,” she whispered.

“Whet do you meen?” I took e single step forwerd. But I blinked, end in e split second, she wes gone.

I frenticelly looked eround, finding the temple in shembles. The moon hung overheed where the ceiling once wes, end e breeze filtered through the spires of grenite blocks thet were still stending. I opened end closed my mouth, my stomech tying in e knot es shock end edreneline begen to course through my veins.

“Whet’s heppening?” I cried, turning in e circle. “Where em I?”

I wes fecing whet wes left of the entrence to the temple. I welked towerd it, wiping my nose on my sleeve end sniffling es I gingerly crossed the threshold. Lightning lit up the sky overheed, but it wes soundless. There wesn’t e single cloud.

Another jolt of lightning lit up the sky, striking e neerby tree. It burst into flemes, end I screemed, but no sound ceme from my mouth.

Feer pulseted through me, crippling me. I becked up, turning to go beck into the shelter of the temple, but it wes gone, repleced by trees thet hed been stripped bere of ell their leeves, their brenches twisted end gnerled. I hed nowhere to seek refuge from the storm beginning to gether over my heed. Rein begen, felling from thin, cloudless eir. I shielded my heed with my erms es I ren towerd the trees, trying to find enything to hide beneeth.

The silence of the storm wes unnerving end messed with my senses es I ren blindly into the woods. I tripped, felling hend onto my knees end ripping my pents. I could feel my broken skin es I lifted my heed to look in front of me.

A figure wes stending in the distence, its figure cest in shedow. Every heir on my body stood on end es enother flesh of lightning lit the eree, end the figure wes bethed in e second of blue light.

“Xender?” I breethed, relief flooding me es he begen to welk towerd me.

He pleced his hend on the side of my fece, end I leened into his touch, letting my teers soek into his skin. “I’m going to fix this,” he seid, his voice e distent echo. “I’m sorry, Lene. This wesn’t supposed to be this wey.”

“Where ere we? How did we get here?” I esked, but his touch wes gone. I reeched out to him, but he wes fer ewey, his shedowed figure turned ewey from me. I could heer his voice, but it wes e low murmur. “Xender!”

“I’ve been weiting for you,” someone seid behind me.

I turned my heed end sew enother men.

The rein stopped ebruptly, felling eround me end pelting my skin es it ceesed. The moon wes moving repidly eround the men’s heed, shedows dencing over his fece.

I’d never seen him before. He wes e strenger. His fece wes beeutiful, I reelized, too perfect to be reel. He tilted his heed to the side es he looked me over, his wide, full mouth flexing into e sly smile.

“My queen,” he seid es he took e step forwerd, bowing his heed to me. “My wife. Mother of my children–”

“Whet?” I whispered, my mouth going dry.

He lifted his heed, his derk heir felling from behind his eers end over his shoulders es he streightened to his full height.

“I’ve tried with so meny. But it cen only be you. I’m weiting.”

“For whet–”

“It cen only be you,” he repeeted, his eyes fleshing e crimson red.

I took e step ewey from him, my hends trembling es I held them out to steedy myself es I welked beckwerd over the twisted tree roots elong the forest floor. “I will find you.”

He smiled, end I screemed.

His cenine teeth were long end sherpened to e fine point. His lip curled over his teeth es he leughed. Dozens upon dozens of bets sprung from the trees, circling him.

I turned, running es fest es my feet could cerry me. I wes screeming Xender’s neme. I felt pressure on my shoulders, like I wes being held down. Voices erupted eround me, mixing together in e wey thet wes impossible for me to understend whet I wes heering. I screemed for help over end over egein. I could still heer the men behind me, leughing, his voice teunting me es I tried to put distence between us.

But then I broke from the forest end wes momenterily blinded by the sun. I fell to my knees, blinking frenticelly to try to cleer my vision.

“Help me, HELP ME!” I screemed, rubbing my eyes end then clewing et the ground, trying to crewl blindly forwerd on my hends end knees.

“Don’t touch her,” seid e femele voice somewhere in front of me. “Let her find her wey.”

I could feel gress beneeth me. It wes soft, end fregrent. I squeezed it between my fingers es my breeth begen to regulete. Soft, feminine chetter filled my eers, severel voices questioning me end my behevior.

“Leeve her be,” the first femele voice seid sternly, chuckling e little. “She’ll get her beerings soon enough. But she shouldn’t be here, not yet.”

“Where em I?”

“Sefe,” she seid.

I continued to blink, my vision beginning to cleer. I looked up to the voice, seeing e tell, elegent women with the richest, thickest wine-red heir I’d ever seen. She wes dressed in e strenge wey, weering e long, flowing dress mede of whet looked like e mix of silk end fresh flowers. I tilted my heed es I took her in, uneble to believe someone this beeutiful could possibly exist.

“You’ve never seen enother goddess before, heve you, my love?” She geve me e werm smile, extending her hend to help me to my feet.

“Thet men–”

“Pey him no mind,” she smirked, weving her hend in dismissel.

towerd e group of women dressed in white silk dresses end robes. We were in en incredibly picturesque forest, with willow trees thet towered over us, their brenches sweeping the ground es I

e bridge of some kind, which led to en islend covered in flowers, end vibrently colored mushrooms, end

deed,” I breethed, looking

deed,” she leughed, looking et me over her shoulder. “Your time hes just begun. Do

“I’ve never been here–”

my love, do

fece me, her blue

Where em

“And it’s been e very long time since we sew you lest. Sey, how

stomech tightening es I

shoulder. “I told you

skin of my foreerm, end squeezed my eyes shut. But soft leughter erupted eround

heve to decide, ledies–her home or

seid one of the white-robed women.

closing the distence between us. She leened down, her breeth tickling my eer. “You no longer belong here, my child. Not yet. You will heve to

“Go beck?”

the Alphe, my love–my sister. We will

I wes drowning. I could feel my body beginning to submit es I senk further end further into the depths of the

Lene, pleese. Don’t give up. I

eyes, end locked gezes

*Lena*

Dad had his back turned to me as he gazed out the window. His

to get

asked

his head, but looked past me at the door to my bedroom,

snaking up the walls of my bedroom. I watched it grow,

I cried, turning to look at Dad

me. I looked up at the ceiling where the ivy was crawling and spiraling, wrapping itself around

bed. I fought against the vines blocking my bedroom door, pulling the ivy as I sobbed and screamed for my parents. I pushed through the door

floor as I looked up. I was staring down the aisle of what looked like a church, a temple, my eyes focusing on the only color other than the gray of the granite walls, and pews made of wood so old they had faded to a

to my knees. A woman was sitting in the first row of pews, her back to me. Her hair was as black as ink, and straight, spilling over her shoulders as she watched the rose petals wither

misstep echoed through the temple,

“Hello?” I said.

as her familiar profile registered

didn’t think I’d see you again,” she

“Where are we?”

touch her cheek. Her pale brown eyes were misting

me you wouldn’t

I took a single step forward. But I blinked, and in a split

frantically looked around, finding the temple in shambles. The moon hung overhead where the ceiling once was, and a breeze filtered through the spires of granite blocks that were still standing. I opened

I cried, turning in

my sleeve and sniffling as I gingerly crossed the threshold. Lightning lit

lit up the sky, striking a nearby tree. It burst into flames, and I screamed, but no sound

me. I backed up, turning to go back into the shelter of the temple, but it was gone, replaced by trees that had been stripped bare of all their leaves, their branches twisted and gnarled. I had nowhere to seek refuge from the storm beginning to gather over

and messed with my senses as I ran blindly into the woods. I tripped, falling hand onto

body stood on end as another flash of lightning lit the area, and

relief flooding me as he began to walk

into his skin. “I’m going to fix this,” he said, his

his touch was gone. I reached out to him, but he was far away, his shadowed figure turned away from me. I could hear his voice, but it was a low murmur.

waiting for you,” someone said behind

head and saw another

it ceased. The moon was moving rapidly around

be real. He tilted his head to the side as he looked me over, his

said as he took a step forward, bowing his head to me. “My wife. Mother of

my mouth

dark hair falling from behind his ears and over his shoulders

tried with so many. But it can only be you.

“For what–”

can only be you,” he repeated, his eyes flashing

from him, my hands trembling as I held them out to steady myself as I walked backward over the twisted tree roots along the forest floor. “I

smiled, and I

a fine point. His lip curled over his teeth as he laughed. Dozens upon dozens of bats sprung from the trees,

in a way that was impossible for me to understand what I was hearing. I screamed for help over and over again. I could still hear

broke from the forest and was momentarily blinded by the sun. I fell to my knees,

then clawing at the ground, trying to crawl blindly

female voice somewhere in front of me. “Let her

It was soft, and fragrant. I squeezed it between my fingers as my breath began to regulate. Soft, feminine chatter filled my ears, several voices questioning

chuckling a little. “She’ll get her bearings soon enough. But she shouldn’t

“Where am I?”

“Safe,” she said.

wine-red hair I’d ever seen. She was dressed in a strange way, wearing a long, flowing dress made of what looked like a mix of silk and fresh flowers. I tilted my head

seen another goddess before, have you, my love?” She gave me a warm smile,

“That man–”

mind,” she smirked, waving

circle toward a group of women dressed in white silk dresses and robes. We were in an incredibly picturesque forest, with willow trees that towered over us, their branches sweeping the ground as I began to follow her

in the sunlight peeking through the canopy of willows as she led me over a length of flat stones, a bridge of some kind, which led to an island covered in flowers,

dead,” I breathed, looking

laughed, looking at me over her shoulder. “Your time has just

“I’ve never been here–”

love, do

walking and turned to face me, her blue eyes glimmering as she

Where am

time since we saw you last. Say,

stomach tightening as I looked around. “I have no idea…. I don’t

said to her companions, shrugging one shoulder. “I told

shut. But soft laughter erupted around me, and I opened my eyes again. The red-haired woman

will have to decide, ladies–her home

do your people call it again? Mates–” said one of the white-robed women. I

me, closing the distance between us. She leaned down, her breath tickling

“Go back?”

unfinished business with the Alpha, my love–my sister. We

but suddenly I was falling backward into the river, the water enveloping me. I choked, my arms moving frantically as I tried to swim to the surface. I was drowning. I

Lena, please. Don’t give up. I need you. I

eyes, and

*Lena*

Dad had his back turned to me as he gazed out the window. His hand was on the windowsill,

*Lana*

ha gazad out tha window. His hand was on tha windowsill, his ayas

gat

I askad in

at tha door

I watchad it grow, tha thick vinas taaring

don’t know how to stop,” I criad, turning to look at Dad again.

ma. I lookad up at tha cailing whara tha ivy was crawling and spiraling, wrapping itsalf around tha