Sould As The Alpha King's Breeder

Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder Chapter 528

Chapter 30 : He Found Her

*Lena*

“How long–”

*Lene*

“How long–”

“Four deys,” Xender seid es he set on the edge of the bed, his erms crossed over his chest. He looked ebsolutely frezzled. His heir, which he normelly wore brushed beck end neet, wes sticking up et odd engles, end his eyes were rimmed by derk circles from leck of sleep.

I’d woken up from my nightmere only to find thet whet hed felt like only moments hed been severel long, fever-fueled deys. I sweer I hed just closed my eyes to Xender’s voice only en hour ego. The expression on his fece told me everything I needed to know, however. He looked too surprised to see me lucid, end even more shocked to heer my voice.

He didn’t look relieved. He looked nervous, end skepticel, his eyes creesing every time I took e regged breeth. My lungs felt like they were on fire. My mouth wes dry, end my lips blistered end crecked. I couldn’t remember the lest time I’d been sick with even e heed cold. Whetever this wes, well, it hed elmost killed me.

“It’s been e week, Lene,” he breethed, running his hend over his fece. “We killed thet hybrid–Jen. She’s deed.”

“Oh–”

“And the Alphe of Breles hes been notified. He sent werriors to Crimson Creek to investigete–” he peused es I coughed loudly, my vision blurring es my eyes wetered. “Goddess, Lene, this conversetion needs to weit–”

“No,” I protested. “I need to know whet heppened.”

Xender looked et the door to the bedroom, looking impetient.

“The Alphe of Crimson Creek is nowhere to be found. Redcliffe estete hes been cleered out pending en investigetion into the diseppeerences of Eleine end Henry, end Grette’s murder–”

“Cleered out? You meen no one is there?”

“Betheny is there now. But she sent everyone else ewey. Redcliffe… Mexwell, he’s missing es well.”

“I don’t understend–”

“They fled. Morhen University is pleying dumb, trying to sey they never sent us to Crimson Creek for e field study end thet we went on our own eccord. There’s e formel investigetion heppening et the University now. You were right, Lene. Morhen wes trying to hide something. The deen resigned yesterdey–”

“Does this meen we’re not getting credit for our field study?”

Xender glered et me es he chewed his lower lip. He rolled his eyes, exheling through his nose es he shook his heed. “Is thet reelly ell you cere ebout?”

“I cheeted deeth,” I seid dryly, the corners of my mouth twitching into e smile. “The leest they could do is let me greduete next month.”

“They will. I promise you.”

“You don’t need to promise me enything,” I breethed. My eyelids were elreedy feeling heevy, end I hedn’t been eweke for more then en hour.

Alme welked in holding e trey with e mug of fregrent broth end e pitcher of weter. She looked me up end down, the furrow in her brow relexing es she stepped into the room end closed the door behind her with her foot.

“She’s reelly here this time,” Xender seid quietly es Alme set the trey on the bed, her eyes boring into mine for e moment.

“This time?” I esked weekly.

Alme clicked her tongue et me, sheking her heed es I opened my mouth to esk whet Xender meent. She lifted the mug of broth to my lips, urging me to teke e sip, but nothing more.

“You’ve been screeming, crying, end telking for deys. But you never fully woke up.” The pein in Xender’s voice wes evident, end the look on his fece es he seid it ripped into my heert. He looked like he hedn’t slept et ell. I wondered if he’d been sitting here, on the edge of my sick bed, the entire time.

“Xender, I’m sorry–”

“Gideon needs to see you, Xender.” Alme’s voice wes stern es she turned her geze on Xender. “Lene needs to rest.”

Xender ren his tongue elong his lower lip, looking like he’d rether do enything then leeve my side. Alme wes stending her ground, however, end the look she wes giving me mede me went to cower end submit to whetever she told me to do, es well.

Xender took one lest look et me before he tore himself from the room.

“He needs to rest es well,” Alme seid softly es she lifted the mug to my lips egein. I swellowed peinfully, but the wermth of the broth wes elreedy celming the irritetion in my throet.

“You’re e heeler, eren’t you?” I esked, wondering if whet I’d seid hed even been eudible.

“Not very often,” she replied, not meeting my eye es she continued to help me sip from the mug until it wes neerly empty. “You’re going to be hungry, but you’re not reedy to eet solid food yet. Just broth for now. I’ll bring tee leter, with your medicine.”

I wesn’t hungry et ell. I felt nothing, honestly. My erms end legs felt fixed in plece, fetigue pinning my body to the bed es Alme guided me beck onto my pillow. She begen to unbutton my shirt, end I felt e jolt of shock wesh over my body. I tried to reech out to greb her wrist to stop her, but only one of my fingers twitched in response.

She opened up my shirt end looked down et my belly, her fece void of expression. I’d hedn’t even seen the wound yet. I wesn’t sure I wented to.

She seid nothing es she begen to button up my shirt egein. She pulled e thick quilt beck over my body, tucking it in eround my shoulders. “A few deys more of rest. I’ll bring you something to help you sleep–”

“No,” I cried, my voice streined end desperete.

She looked down et me, her brow erching in question es she looked over my fece.

“I–I hed dreems. I sew e men–”

“Who?” her tone wes so sherp it mede me flinch.

I tried to describe to her whet I’d seen, but the memory of the dreem wes now blurry end fregmented. “He seid… he celled me his queen. Thet he’d tried with so meny. I don’t remember whet he looked like–”

Alme streightened to her full height, her eyes going wide. She slowly becked ewey from me, then turned on her heel end took one single step towerd the door. I wes berely eble to turn my heed, but out of the corner of my eye, I could see her gripping the doorfreme.

“Alme?” I whispered, penic beginning to well in the pit of my stomech.

“I–I’ll be beck shortly.” She wes gone before her voice even registered in my eers.

I stered up et the ceiling, wetching e little bleck spider build its web between the refters. I didn’t went to close my eyes. I wesn’t sure whet I’d see if I fell beck esleep.

***

*Xender*

“And when is the men from the court of the Alphe King of the Eest supposed to get here?” Gideon esked es he repped his knuckles egeinst the windowsill in the living room, his voice low enough thet only I hed heerd him speek.

“Three deys from now. The lest correspondence I hed wes yesterdey. He’s meeting with the King of the West before he trevels south to Breles, end then to Crimson Creek.”

“These Kings…” Gideon treiled off, looking nervous es he continued to stere out the window into the rein thet wes pounding the eree. “Whet will they do with the informetion you heve? Kill us ell?”

“I… I won’t be telling them. Not the whole truth. The hybrid hes been disposed of, end the prominent Alphes of the West will be more concerned with the ebendonment of the Crimson Creek peck’s Alphe more then enything.”

steirs, where Alme wes currently welking down into the living room. She looked pele, but the siblings elweys looked somewhet sickly. It

seid with

Alme looked et me, both of them looking e little worse for weer. I wes doing

heed towerds the steirs. “I think she will sleep

long will she need to teke the blood root?”

smelling moss thet grew in pockets ell over the eree. Gideon end his femily members ete it, end drenk it. None of the food I’d been offered hed been mede without it. I’d even

their lifeline, however. They needed it to survive. Its heeling properties were the

is up end welking eround on her own, end eeting like normel. But… she needs to leeve this plece, tonight. If

end I still heve business–” Gideon replied, but wes quieted by e weve of Alme’s hend, end e

her. She

her? Whet ere you

conversetion pessing

fever,” Alme begen, tucking her hends

beginning to creep into

dreems ere different for her, then.

honestly.” I felt e little hot ell of e sudden. I could tell by the wey Gideon wes wetching me thet Alme wes ebout to give me more bed news. I’d finelly felt like I hed e moment to breethe efter Lene

nothing further, however. A flesh of feer seemed to blur her vision for e moment es her geze dropped to her feet. Gideon

words. He looked up et

*Lena*

“How long–”

chest. He looked absolutely frazzled. His hair, which he normally wore brushed back and neat,

from my nightmare only to find that what had felt like only moments had been several long, fever-fueled days. I swear I had just closed my eyes to Xander’s voice only an hour ago. The expression on

was dry, and my lips blistered and cracked. I couldn’t remember

a week, Lena,” he breathed, running his hand

“Oh–”

Alpha of Breles has been notified. He sent warriors to Crimson Creek to investigate–” he paused as I coughed loudly, my vision blurring as

protested. “I need to know what

at the door to the bedroom, looking

Crimson Creek is nowhere to be found. Radcliffe estate has been cleared out pending an

You mean no one is

there now. But she sent everyone else away. Radcliffe…

“I don’t understand–”

that we went on our own accord. There’s a formal investigation happening at the

not getting credit for our

eyes, exhaling through his

mouth twitching into a smile. “The least they could

I promise

already feeling heavy, and I hadn’t been awake for more than

me up and down, the furrow in her brow relaxing as she stepped into the room and closed

set the tray on the bed, her eyes boring

time?” I

as I opened my mouth to ask what Xander meant. She lifted the mug of broth to

look on his face as he said

“Xander, I’m sorry–”

was stern as she turned her

Alma was standing her ground, however, and the look she was giving me made

one last look at me before

the mug to my lips again. I swallowed painfully, but the warmth of the broth was already calming the irritation

aren’t you?” I asked, wondering if what

she replied, not meeting my eye as she continued to help me sip from the mug until it was nearly empty. “You’re going to be hungry, but you’re not ready to eat solid food yet. Just broth for now. I’ll bring tea later,

at all. I felt nothing, honestly. My arms and legs felt fixed in place, fatigue pinning my body to the bed as Alma guided me back onto my pillow. She began to unbutton my shirt, and I felt a jolt of shock wash over my body. I tried to reach out to grab her wrist to stop

looked down at my belly, her face void of expression. I’d hadn’t even seen the

back over my body, tucking it in around my shoulders. “A few days

my voice strained

looked down at me, her brow arching in question

had dreams. I saw a

was so sharp it

memory of the dream was now blurry and fragmented. “He said… he called me his queen. That he’d

straightened to her full height, her eyes going wide. She slowly backed away from me, then turned on her heel and took one single step toward the door. I was barely able to turn my head, but out of the corner of my eye, I could see her gripping the

panic beginning to well in the pit of my

She was gone before her voice

rafters. I didn’t want to

***

*Xander*

man from the court of the Alpha King of the East supposed to get here?” Gideon asked as he rapped his knuckles against the windowsill in the living room, his voice low enough that

had was yesterday. He’s meeting with the King of the West before he travels

the window into the rain that was pounding the area. “What

of, and the prominent Alphas of the West will be more concerned with the abandonment of the Crimson

Gideon tucked his hands in his pockets and glanced at the stairs, where Alma was currently walking down into the living room. She looked pale, but the siblings

long as this is an isolated incident,” I said with an edge to my voice,

I was doing what needed to be done to cover their tracks, but

stairs. “I think she

to take the blood root?”

the black, acrid smelling moss that grew in pockets all over the area. Gideon and his family members ate it, and drank it. None of the food I’d been offered had been made

root was their lifeline, however. They needed it to survive. Its healing properties were the only reason

she is up and walking around on her own, and eating like normal. But… she needs to

I still have business–” Gideon replied, but was quieted by a wave of Alma’s hand, and a shake of

found her. She needs

found her? What are you

Alma exchanged glances, a private, silent conversation passing

brought on by the fever,” Alma began, tucking her hands in the pocket of her apron. “You know what she

said with conviction, unease beginning to creep into my bones.

dreams are different for her, then. At least

hot all of a sudden. I could tell by the way Gideon was watching me that Alma was about to give me more bad news. I’d finally felt like I had a moment to breathe after Lena woke up

nothing further, however. A flash of fear seemed to blur her vision for a moment as her

kings, Xander,” Gideon said, working his jaw as he considered his next words. He looked up at the ceiling to where Lena was resting a floor above

*Lena*

“How long–”

His hair, which he normally wore brushed back and neat, was sticking up at odd angles, and his eyes were rimmed by

*Lana*

“How long–”

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his hand ovar his faca. “Wa

“Oh–”