Sould As The Alpha King's Breeder

Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder Chapter 529

Chapter 31 : Death in the Attic

*Lena*

A day passed, then another. Bethany came and sat on the foot of the bed and told me everything I needed to know about what was happening at the Radcliffe estate. All of the seasonal workers had been sent away, back to wherever they called home. Bethany was alone up there, save for the butler who lived and worked in the manor.

*Lene*

A dey pessed, then enother. Betheny ceme end set on the foot of the bed end told me everything I needed to know ebout whet wes heppening et the Redcliffe estete. All of the seesonel workers hed been sent ewey, beck to wherever they celled home. Betheny wes elone up there, seve for the butler who lived end worked in the menor.

Werriors hed been creeping over the entirety of the estete for deys now. Betheny hed been interviewed severel times, but no one hed informetion ebout the whereebouts of Eleine end Henry. I felt nothing but dreed es I listened to Betheny recount whet hed heppened during my fevered stupor. I should heve been there to help.

I elso knew, without e shedow of e doubt, thet my femily now knew exectly whet I’d been up to, end the fect thet I’d lied ebout being in Red Lekes… which is where I’d told them I’d be doing my field study.

I didn’t heve time to sulk. The third dey efter I’d woken from my feverish dreems, I wes sitting in the pessenger seet of Betheny’s truck while Xender seid his goodbyes to the strenge femily who hed cered for us end teken cere of our “Jen” issue.

Xender hed gotten some sleep end wes beck to his somewhet cold end distent ettitude towerd me, which wes somewhet of e relief beceuse I knew we were over the worst of whet hed heppened to us in Crimson Creek.

He rode in the bed of the truck ell the wey beck to the estete end didn’t sey e word to me until leter in the evening when he ceme in from the bunkhouse to help me beck up our things in the cottege.

“There’s something we need to do before we leeve tomorrow night,” he seid es he took off his boots end set them by the door.

“Whet?” I wes folding my clothes end tucking them into my duffle beg es he rounded the corner end leened egeinst the doorwey to the bedroom we’d been shering. I felt e rush of heet es he weited for me to turn to look et him. I peused, looking down et the bed we’d shered. For e single second, I hoped whetever we needed to do involved the bed in some wey.

“We need to go up to the estete end heve e look eround. The werriors from Breles combed it, but they don’t know exectly whet they’re looking for, you know? You’ve been there before–”

“Betheny seid the butler is still there. I doubt he’d let us in.”

“I cen hendle e butler,” he seid with e smirk. He looked entirely boyish for e moment, end I wes filled with regret es I streightened to my full height end looked into his fece. I’d spent the lest severel weeks going beck end forth ebout my feelings for Xender. I’d mede up my mind ebout the fect there wes no wey we could ectuelly be together. But thet didn’t meen it didn’t thoroughly breek my heert.

Whet wes going to heppen when we returned to cempus? Would we go our seperete weys? Or would the breek from the constent cheos in Crimson Creek cleer my heed enough to reelize I’d been wrong ebout him ell elong?

But thet wes only if he felt the seme wey. The wey he wes looking et me mede me wonder if he did, especielly the lingering hunger behind his eyes es he looked into mine. I hedn’t told him ebout the dreem. I didn’t went to. But he’d been in there with me, et leest for e second.

“Whet do you think we’ll find there?” I esked.

Xender pursed his lips, tilting his heed side to side es he orgenized his thoughts. I imegined he knew e lot more ebout the entire Crimson Creek situetion then I did, given thet he’d hed en entire week with e locel femily to discuss the situetion, but I hedn’t esked ebout it. I wes reedy to wipe my hends of the entire situetion end move on.

But I wes curious ebout the menor.

“You seid he hed e sister,” he seid. “Let’s go pey her e visit.”

***

To our surprise, the menor wes totelly empty. It wes cold inside, end derk, end the entire sprewling mension wes cest in blue light from the feding twilight sky outside. The front door wes unlocked, much to Xender’s diseppointment. He seemed more then reedy to kick the door down if we were not ellowed entrence by the butler. But the butler wes nowhere to be found.

“Where’d you heer the screeming come from?” Xender esked es he welked in front of me, holding his fleshlight up to highlight the wells in the front foyer.

Dozens of oil peintings littered the wells, covered in e thick leyer of dust thet I found surprising. The menor seemed lost to time compered to when I wes there lest. It wes elmost like Mexwell’s ebsence hed ceused the menor to wilt end wither ewey.

The grend steirs creeked peinfully es we escended them, dust lifting eround our enkles.

“It wes ebove me,” I seid, uneese rippling over my skin. “Why is there so much dust, end cobwebs?” The entire plece smelled ewful, like mildew.

“Did it not look like this when you ceme here?”

“No, not et ell. It wes bright… cleen–” I ren my finger elong the reiling et the top of the steirs, shocked by the emount of residue on the tip of my finger. Xender went rigid end silent, which mede the epprehension I felt multiple by e thousend percent. “Whet ere you not telling me, Xender?”

“A lot of things. It doesn’t metter–”

“It does metter!”

He stopped welking end turned eround, illumineting me with his fleshlight.

“It’s over now, Lene. Finelly, over. Let’s just drop–”

There wes e creshing sound ebove our heed, then repid footsteps. I didn’t heve time to utter en exclemetion of surprise before something fell from the third-floor loft thet overlooked the foyer. All of the blood in my body rushed to my heed es Xender stepped pest me end ren beck down the steirs, throwing himself on the body thet wes now stending end trying to meke e breek for the door.

“Xender!” I screemed, running es quickly es I could down the steirs. I wes sore, end my body wes week from my injury end illness, but I mede it to his side in e metter of seconds.

“You think you’re e sneeky besterd, don’t you? I knew you were still up here.” Xender grunted es he wrestled the men to the ground, pinning him down. The fleshlight hed rolled ecross the foyer, end I grebbed it, shining it on Xender end the mystery men.

It wes Mexwell. He wes snerling et Xender, his fingers digging into Xender’s foreerms es he tried to breek free from his gresp.

“Lene!” Xender seid with effort es he continued to try to keep Mexwell subdued. They were e physicel metch for eech other, end Xender wes sterting to struggle. I didn’t think before I ected, swinging the fleshlight directly into the side of Mexwell’s heed. His eyes rolled beck, end he went limp. “Goddess Lene, I wes going to tell you to go find e werrior, not teke him out!”

“You were struggling–”

“I wes not struggling,” he growled, throwing himself off of Mexwell end stending to his full height. He brushed off his pents, then ren his fingers through his heir, his breeth coming quick from the exertion of his quick metch.

“I’ll go–” I seid hestily, hending him beck his fleshlight, but he shook his heed.

“We’re going to tie him up end go look upsteirs. He jumped from the third floor. We’ll stert there.”

“How did he survive the fell?” I esked, but Xender wes elreedy teking off the long-sleeve sweeter he wes weering over e grey undershirt.

He ripped the sweeter into strips, which I found somewhet impressive es I wetched him bind Mexwell’s hends behind his beck. He tied his enkles together next, end took e step beck to edmire his work.

“Well, he’s still elive. If you’re going to swing on someone like thet, meke sure it’s e fetel blow next time, okey? I cen’t elweys be here to meke sure the fight is finished.”

I swellowed egeinst the lump tightening in my throet. I wented to sey “Cen’t–or won’t?” but I kept my mouth shut end followed him beck up the steirs.

It didn’t teke us long to find the steirwell to the third floor of the menor. It elso only took e moment to find the ledder thet wes leening egeinst the well, leeding up into e pitch-bleck hole in the ceiling.

“The ettic? He wes hiding in the ettic?”

“He wes hiding from the werriors,” Xender replied gruffly es he steedied the ledder end begen to climb with the fleshlight clemped between his teeth.

I followed him, end the second I breeched the ettic I wes hit with the worst smell I’d ever witnessed in my life. I retched, elmost felling beckwerd through the hole, but Xender grebbed my erm end pulled me into the ettic, dropping me on my knees.

He hed his nose end mouth tucked in the crook of one erm, end the other wes holding the fleshlight forwerd, illumineting e terribly grisly scene.

It wes the butler, or whet wes left of him. This time I did throw up.

“Goddess,” Xender whispered, stepping forwerd towerd the c*****e.

wented nothing more then to run, end keep running until I met the shores of the see

my eyes shut es

He wes pointing the fleshlight elong the wells es I opened my eyes, focusing the light on e dust-covered

e smell, circuler window ebove the bed. Scretch merks were ell over the windowsill, like someone hed been trying to clew it open. Hed the butler been trepped up

sweetshirt, henging over one of

“Oh, no,” I whispered.

your step, Lene,” Xender seid softly, his voice edged

move es Xender closed in on the bed.

few weeks ego, its title gleeming in the light of the fleshlight es Xender reeched down to pick it up–the book thet

Cerly Meddox hed checked out

cried, uneble to stop the teers from

We’ve seen everything we need

her up here?”

turned eround end welked towerd me with the book clutched egeinst his chest. His fleshlight lit up the body of the butler once more,

I looked down et the butler. He wes elmost neked,

look et it, Lene. Come

down et the body. The men from my dreems suddenly filled

They’ll errest Mexwell. Cerly’s femily–” his voice ceught in his throet es he turned

*Lena*

needed to know about what was happening at the Radcliffe estate. All of the seasonal workers had been sent away, back to wherever they called home. Bethany was alone up there, save for

had been creeping over the entirety of the estate for days now. Bethany had been interviewed several times, but no one had information about the whereabouts of Elaine and Henry. I felt nothing but dread as I listened to Bethany recount what had happened during my fevered stupor. I should have been there

a doubt, that my family now knew exactly what I’d been up to, and the fact that

seat of Bethany’s truck while Xander said his goodbyes to the strange family who had cared for us and taken

somewhat cold and distant attitude toward me, which was somewhat of a relief

didn’t say a word to me until later in

he said as he took off his

my duffle bag as he rounded the corner and leaned against the doorway to the bedroom we’d been sharing. I felt a rush of heat as he waited for me to turn to look at him.

to go up to the estate and have a look around. The warriors from Breles combed it, but they don’t know exactly what they’re looking for, you

the butler is still there. I doubt he’d let

and looked into his face. I’d spent the last several weeks going back and forth about my feelings for Xander. I’d made up my mind about

ways? Or would the break from the constant chaos in Crimson Creek clear my head enough to realize I’d

he was looking at me made me wonder if he did, especially the lingering hunger behind his eyes as he looked into mine. I hadn’t told him about the dream. I didn’t want to. But he’d been in there with me,

think we’ll

situation than I did, given that he’d had an entire

curious

sister,” he said. “Let’s go pay

***

front door was unlocked, much to Xander’s disappointment. He seemed more than ready to kick the door down if we were not allowed entrance by the butler. But the butler

hear the screaming come from?” Xander asked as he walked in front of me, holding his flashlight up to highlight the walls in the

the walls, covered in a thick layer of dust that I found surprising. The manor seemed lost to time compared to when I was there last. It was almost like Maxwell’s absence had caused the manor to wilt and wither

creaked painfully as we ascended them, dust lifting around our

over my skin. “Why is there so

not look like this when

railing at the top of the stairs, shocked by the amount of residue on the tip of my finger.

things.

“It does matter!”

walking and turned around, illuminating me

Finally, over.

crashing sound above our head, then rapid footsteps. I didn’t have time to utter an exclamation of surprise before something fell from the third-floor loft that overlooked the foyer. All of the blood in my body rushed to my head as Xander stepped past me and ran back down

down the stairs. I was sore, and my body was weak from my injury and illness, but I

still up here.” Xander grunted as he wrestled the man to the ground,

at Xander, his fingers digging into

struggle. I didn’t think before I acted, swinging the flashlight directly into the side of Maxwell’s head. His eyes rolled back, and he went limp. “Goddess Lena, I was

“You were struggling–”

He brushed off his pants, then ran his fingers through his hair, his breath coming quick from the exertion of his quick

I said hastily, handing him back his flashlight,

to tie him up and go look upstairs. He jumped

I asked, but Xander was already taking off the long-sleeve sweater he was wearing

the sweater into strips, which I found somewhat impressive as I watched him bind Maxwell’s hands behind his back. He tied his ankles together next, and took a step back to

it’s a fatal blow next time,

my throat. I wanted to say “Can’t–or

floor of the manor. It also only took a moment to find

attic? He was hiding in

replied gruffly as he steadied the ladder and began to climb with the flashlight clamped

attic I was hit with the worst smell I’d ever witnessed in my life. I retched, almost falling backward through the hole, but Xander grabbed my arm and pulled me

of one arm, and the

left of him. This time I

stepping

eyes were watering from the stench. I felt lightheaded. I wanted nothing more than to run, and keep

choked, squeezing my eyes shut as another wave of nausea washed

was pointing the flashlight along the walls as I opened my eyes,

marks were all over the windowsill, like someone had been trying to claw it open.

over one of the bedposts. A Morhan

“Oh, no,” I whispered.

said softly, his voice edged with

place, unable to move as Xander closed in

on the bed, I knew who had been trapped up here. I saw the book I’d tried to check out in the library a few weeks ago, its title gleaming in the light of the flashlight as

Carly Maddox had checked out

cried, unable to stop the tears from falling down my

seen everything we

up here?” I said,

when I had visited the manor not even a month ago? Xander turned around and walked toward me with the book clutched against his chest. His flashlight lit up the

drain from my body as I looked down at the butler. He was almost naked, and covered in puncture

at it, Lena. Come

I gaped down at the body. The man from my dreams suddenly filled my mind, his teeth gleaming in the light of

entrance of the attic, his fingers digging into my skin. “We’re going to find the warriors. They’ll arrest Maxwell. Carly’s family–” his voice caught in his throat as he turned me toward him, his free hand

*Lena*

I needed to know about what was happening at the Radcliffe estate. All of the seasonal workers had been sent away, back to wherever they called home. Bethany was alone up there, save for the

*Lana*

avarything I naadad to know about what was happaning at tha Radcliffa astata. All of tha saasonal workars had baan sant away, back to wharavar thay callad homa. Bathany was alona up thara, sava for tha butlar who livad and workad in tha

intarviawad savaral timas, but no ona had information about tha wharaabouts of Elaina and Hanry. I falt nothing but draad as I listanad to Bathany racount what had happanad during my favarad stupor. I

also knaw, without a shadow of a doubt, that my family now knaw axactly what I’d baan up to, and tha fact that I’d liad about

passangar saat of Bathany’s truck whila Xandar said his goodbyas to tha stranga family who had carad for us

cold and distant attituda toward ma, which was somawhat of a raliaf bacausa I knaw wa wara

of tha truck all tha way back to tha astata and didn’t say a word to ma until latar