Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder

Chapter 87 : We Need to Get Out of Here

*Xander*

I opened my eyes to the feeling of someone wrapping their hands around my throat. Slate was

hovering over me, blood drenching his hair and face as his eyes widened with surprise.

I shoved him off, and he screamed, and screamed, and…

“Oh, s**t!" I cried, the words hitching in my throat as I dug my heels into the ground and sat up. Slate's

screams had faded into nothing but a distant echo. Before me was a gorge, and I was sitting right on

the edge of a cliff.

I struggled to catch my breath as I rose to my knees and gingerly looked over the edge of the cliff, my

eyes widening at the sheer gravity of the depth of the gorge below. Slate was nowhere to be seen.

“Well, that takes care of that," I mumbled under my breath as I scooted away from the cliff's edge and

ran my fingers through my hair, ruffling the filthy, black strands that had grown far too long for my liking.

But then I snapped back to reality.

I was up in an instant, turning and looking wildly around. Lena was laying on her side, facing away from

me, her arms wrapped protectively around her stomach.

I ran to her, turning her over and checking for any sign of injury. I ran my fingers through her hair, which

she had cut short. I brushed a few of the white, chin-length strands away from her face, then shook her,

hard.

“Wake up!" I cried, and she groaned, blinking into the soft pink sky above our heads. I held her face

between my hands, breathing heavily as I watched her come to. “Lena–"

She took a sharp breath, and her eyes flew open, just as a shadow passed over us.

One of the guards who worked for Maxwell stumbled toward us, his eyes wide with confusion. He

stopped walking, looking down at his tattered clothing and burnt skin, then looked up to meet my gaze.

Steam, or smoke–I wasn't totally sure–wafted off the exposed pale skin of his body, and he started to

scream in agony. I rose to my feet, looking around at the jagged, black mountains and sparse trees I

couldn't name.

“Shut up!" I hissed, pointing my finger at him. “You need to shut up!"

He continued to scream, trying to shield himself from the faint light traveling through thick, gray clouds.

We weren't in Crimson Creek anymore; that was for sure. I'd seen a sky like this, a mix of pale pink and

violet, once before.

When I'd left Henry's cave.

We were in the realm of Night.

The guard rushed me, and I wasn't entirely sure whether he was attacking me or only trying to shield

himself in my shadow, but I acted before coming to a conclusion. I shoved him, then drove my shoulder

into his chest, sending him staggering backward and over the cliff's edge. His scream faded as quickly

as Slate's had, and soon we were cloaked in eerie silence once more.

I turned to Lena, panting with exhaustion as I studied her face. She was pale, her lower lip trembling as

she looked past me, through me, toward where the guard had disappeared over the edge of the cliff

and into the gorge.

“Lena," I said slowly, holding my hands up in surrender. “Are you alright?"

“Yes," she said weakly, hugging herself with her arms.

But then she burst into tears, and I ran to her, skidding to a stop on my knees as I wrapped my arms

around her. I pressed her into my chest, scrunching the fabric of what was left of her soiled sweater in

my fists. I laid my cheek against the top of her head and breathed, taking what felt like the first full

breath I'd taken in weeks.

But she stiffened under my touch, and as I pulled away I noticed the look of rage blurring her features.

“What?" I said in a low whisper.

“Where the hell have you been?"

I ran my tongue along my lower lip, fixing her with a glare as I leaned back on my knees away from her.

“Where have I been?" I repeated, sliding my hands down what was left of my jeans. “You're asking

where I've been?"

“Yes," she growled, rage flashing behind her eyes. “You just left me–"

“You blasted me into another realm, Lena!" I started, crossing my arms over my chest. “Your realm,

actually… your garden."

“W-What? My garden?" Her face flushed, but the fury tightening her shoulders eased as she relaxed.

She looked utterly confused as she looked up at me and met my eye.

“I saw your paintings, and met your friend, that weird voice."

“You couldn't have been there. I would have felt your presence there!"

“Well, I was there. For a month, it sounds like, based on how much time had passed in your realm." I

sat back against the soft, damp grass that grew in patches around the edge of the cliff and wrapped my

arms around my knees. “Have you been there recently?"

“No," she admitted, her eyes shining in the violet light. “I don't go to the garden often anymore. I used

to go all the time as a little girl."

“How did you make it?"

“I don't know. I just did."

“And the voice? Is that your subconscious–"

“No," she said briskly, her eyes flicking away from mine as she examined the tears and tattered fabric

covering her knees.

“Then who is it?"

“I don't know. It's always been there–"

“Lena," I said hurriedly, noticing the shadows beneath her eyes.

She looked exhausted, thin, and battered beyond a doubt. Anger surged through me, not toward her

but toward the people who had locked her up and forced her to use her powers like this.

She looked up at me, her eyes shining with tears.

“I'm sorry–"

“Don't apologize to me," I said gruffly as I inched toward her, reaching out a hand to gently graze her

cheek with the back of my fingers. “I know now that you… you didn't know–"

“How did you get out?"

A rumbling echoed through the gorge, and I instinctively grabbed her, gathering her in my arms as I

rose to my feet. I was holding her upright, and at that moment I realized how weak she truly was.

We needed to get out of there.

“I closed it behind me," she said weakly, her cheek pressed into my chest as I gathered her in my arms

and cradled her like an infant. “The portal… it's closed."

She closed us in, more like it.

“I can open it–"

“No, you need rest. We need to find shelter." A chill ran up my spine as a distant screech ripped

through the air.

Lena didn't even flinch, her eyes fluttered against my skin. The pinkish, violet sky was beginning to

fade into a rich navy, and distant, faded stars were visible on the horizon. Night was coming. I thought

of Henry and his mirror-lined cave, his fear and urgency when he'd led me off that peak and into his

hideout.

“We need to find shelter," I repeated to an already sleeping Lena.

Had she been awake, I would have shifted and had her ride on my back, but there was no way I could

do that safely now.

I held her firmly against my chest as I walked away from the gorge and into the dense trees, glancing

over my shoulder only once before I let the dark forest embrace us.

***

I'd never experience such darkness. My eyes didn't adjust to the night as it crept over us… no moon,

hardly any stars, just a black, inky abyss that swallowed us whole.

I'd been walking for at least two hours, occasionally crouching behind a thicket of brambles or resting

against a tree. Lena was completely out, a dead weight in my arms as I gingerly walked in what I hoped

was a straight line through the forest and not in a circle that would lead us back to where we had

started.

I had plenty of time to think back on my experience with Slate, Maxwell, and his guards as I carried her

through the forest. I had time to go over every morsel of conversation I'd had with Henry. Henry had

mentioned cities in this realm, cities of slaves, cities of Lords and their riches. But he hadn't mentioned

a forest.

I had no idea where I was going or why. I just knew I needed to keep moving until daybreak. I couldn't

rest, no matter how much I needed it. Lena had healed me, that was obvious, but I was starving and

exhausted.

The second we stopped, and I let the fatigue set in, however, we'd be sitting ducks… prey, waiting for

slaughter.

But after a third hour of walking, I started to get disoriented. The trees were only getting thicker, and

carrying Lena through the dense underbrush was becoming impossible. I was out of breath and

exhausted beyond belief.

If the sun could just rise… just for a moment....

I saw a light in the distance, flickering as it moved through the trees… or, the trees were moving, tilting

in a breeze. I stopped moving, my breath caught in my throat as my chest tightened with unease.

I was imagining it. The light disappeared, and a silence fell over the forest, broken only by the soft,

rhythmic sound of Lena's breathing.

But then the light reappeared, closer this time, swinging as though someone was carrying it.

I backed up, my arm scraping against a tree and tearing the remaining fabric of my shirt clean off my

arm. I hissed out a breath as the rough bark sliced my skin.

The light stopped moving again, only ten or so yards in front of us.

We were dead. This was it.

The crunch of leaves sounded as the light began to move closer again. I backed up further, but my

back hit a tree. I couldn't see anything but the light. If I made a break for it, I risked slamming into a tree

or tripping over roots or low-lying branches. I was stuck in place.

I tightened my grip on Lena, and she flinched and cried out under the strength of my hold on her body.

The light stopped for a moment, and whoever was holding it hesitated.

“Hello?" came a feminine voice, oozing fear.

I cast that shadow of power over Lena, protecting her from whatever was coming our way. The light

moved again, and again, as whoever carried took two more steps toward us, then stopped as the light

moved over my face.

She was a small woman, slight in build and barely tall enough for the top of her head to reach my

elbow. Her hair was shrouded in a thick cloak made of black fabric that made her nearly invisible in the

darkness surrounding us.

She was one of them, I realized… a lower vampire, like Gideon and his family. She nearly dropped her

lantern in her haste to get away from us.

“Wait!" I cried. “Please, we need help!"

The woman stopped short, her lantern illuminating the forest around her as she slowly turned her head

back to me, her eyes focusing on mine. Could she see the warm color of my skin? Could she smell my

scent?

“I'm a wolf," I said hastily, then nodded down to Lena. “She is too. She's pregnant. We need shelter."

The woman paled, if that was even possible, as she moved her gaze to Lena. She tilted her head as

her eyes moved over Lena's body, then stopped as she glimpsed her hair.

The woman said something in a language I didn't understand. It was an exclamation of surprise. She

looked back up at me, her eyes widening with sudden understanding.

“Come," she said, extending her hand. “Hurry."