Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder

Chapter 91 : You’re a Murderer

*Soren*

“Payne!" I called him.

Payne's wolf head snapped in my direction. He had Chandler pinned down and looked ready to make the killing

blow.

“Go after Eros. Thomas and I can handle things here."

Payne huffed and nodded. He slammed a final blow into Chandler, thrusting him into the floor. I winced as Chandler

groaned and rolled over. He might have been unconscious… again.

Payne nudged a few of the closest warriors and they all took off after Eros.

I wasn't sure they'd be able to find him. Eros was too quick and cunning for that. But if they could figure out the

direction he was going, at least we'd have a starting point.

Growling, Dylan tried to follow but Thomas caught his leg in his teeth and dragged him across the floor away from

the entrance.

Most of Chandler's warriors had been taken down. It was just Chandler and Dylan we had to worry about now. With

Thomas down here, I was positive that the two of us could finish them off.

But I knew they wouldn't go without a fight.

“Can you walk?" I asked Mila.

“Yes. The pain has been gone since you put your arms around me.

Warmth flooded my chest and I smiled at her. Slowly, I set her on the ground.

“Good. Go up to the surface and wait for me."

“What? No! I'm not leaving you, Soren. We only just…"

“Mila, I need you safe."

“The safest place for me is with you. I'm not going anywhere without you."

She put her hands on her hips and glared at me.

My heart softened. How could I say no to her? She had a point. Whenever we were separated, one or both of us got

hurt. There were still Norwind warriors unaccounted for.

For a moment, I wrestled with my thoughts. I wanted to keep her safe but I didn't want her out of my sight. Her

desire to stay by my side just made me and my wolf melt.

“I can help with magic."

Smiling lightly, I held a hand out to her. She took my hand and I pulled her against me. I kissed her briefly on the

lips.

“Then you'll never have to leave my side," I murmured. “Just stay against the wall. I don't want you getting hurt."

I released her and Mila stepped back, as far from the fight as possible.

I turned around and shifted again.

Chandler had recovered. He pushed Thomas off of Dylan, and they both tried to corner Thomas.

I ran up behind them, tackling Dylan out of the way and pouncing on Chandler.

“Awwooo!" Thomas howled.

He went after Dylan again. Thomas pounced on him and rode him like a cowboy on the bucking bronco. I could see

that Dylan was tiring.

I grabbed the scruff of Chandler's neck with my teeth and shook him.

The tomb floor trembled, knocking Chandler off his feet. He whimpered and struggled in my grasp. The floor split

open and thick, winding roots burst out.

Instinctively, I jumped back.

The roots wrapped around Chandler, binding him tightly. They pulled him down to the floor, pinning him in place. He

yelped and struggled but the roots were too strong.

I couldn't look away from what was happening until the roots stopped moving. They kept Chandler tightly locked up,

his side on the ground, unable to twist, turn, or get up. He let out a defeated whine.

I glanced over at Mila and she had a satisfied look on her face.

Turning to Thomas and Dylan, I joined the fight. In moments, we had Dylan pinned. I put my paw on his neck,

applying just enough force that if he tried to get up, my claws would puncture his artery.

Mila came over to me and put her hand on my shoulder, patting my fur.

“Can we go now?" she asked.

I nodded. With a final headbutt, Dylan's eyes rolled back in his head. He was subdued for now.

Thomas and I shifted back and found our clothes.

I slipped my arm around Mila's shoulder and we walked towards the tomb door.

“Wait!" It was Chandler's voice.

Mila froze. We turned around to see Chandler. He'd shifted back to human and the roots had adjusted, still holding

him in place.

“Wait. I have to know, is it true?" he asked.

I creased my brow, but I noticed that Chandler was staring at Mila. She bowed her head and stepped away from

me.

“In the Goddess's name, what I said is absolutely true. Your Luna has been dead for a long time. She will stay dead

for all eternity. Let her go in peace," she said somberly.

Chandler deflated, melting to the floor like his body had no bones left.

I glanced at Mila and saw the tenderness in her eyes. Did she feel bad for Chandler? He lost his mate years ago but

he might have been hopeful that he would get her back. It could have been enough to hold off the true grief of

losing his mate.

Suddenly, Chandler's face turned beet red. He glared at Mila.

“This is all your fault! You wicked witches! If it weren't for that b***h, Helen, my Felicia never would have died. Some

friend she was! Felicia loved her like a sister and what did Helen do? She poisoned Helen with Silversnow!"

“Silversnow?" Mila asked, lifting her head. Her brow creased, thinking about something.

“Do you know the poison?" I asked Mila as Chandler kept ranting.

“I know it's a plant," Mila replied, “A flower. I read about it in my mother's journal. I liked the name because it was

pretty and the little silver bell-shaped flowers are very beautiful. There's just one thing…"

“What's that?" I arched an eyebrow at her.

“Silversnow isn't a poisonous plant…"

“Then what is it?"

Mila turned back to Chandler. “Are you sure it was Silversnow?"

Chandler scoffed. “Of course I'm sure! How could I forget the name of the poison that killed my mate? You are

nothing but a heathen b***h! Your whole family, all of you are cunts. Evil women that should be damned to hell!

Helen, Jessica, You, you're all worthless wastes of breath."

I put a hand on Mila's shoulder but she didn't seem upset about Chandler's name calling. Something else was on her

mind. I could see the wheels turning behind her eyes.

More names were coming out of Chandler's mouth. I was about to snap at him to shut up but Dylan groaned. He

squirmed and shifted back to human.

“Shut up, Chandler. You shouldn't be chatting with them!"

He rolled over and tried to get up. His arms trembled under his own weight and he collapsed again.

I smirked and nodded triumphantly. The headbutt I gave him probably scrambled his brain a little. It would still be a

while before he recovered completely.

Mila stiffened and shuddered like she'd been struck by an electric bolt. She shook her head and glanced at me

quickly.

“Mila?" I asked.

“You're wrong!" She raised her voice sharply at Chandler, “You think Helen killed Felicia with Silversnow, but she

couldn't have. Silversnow isn't a poison. It is a very rare herbal medicine."

“That's impossible!" Chandler groaned. “Felicia was the healthiest person I knew. Why would she need medicine?

You can't just make up these lies about her being sickly and think I'll buy it. You're just trying to humiliate her and

cover for your wicked aunt."

“I'm not. You and Felicia never had any children, did you?"

Chandler stopped his ranting.

“What…"

“You both wanted kids but never had any, am I right? I'm willing to bet the two of you tried everything, medicine,

magic, whatever you could find and it didn't work, right?"

“How did you…"

“Silversnow is an herb that can be used to treat infertility, magically. It is more potent than anything else and Helen

is a powerful witch who also possesses healing power with proper medicine. She'd be able to boost the effects,"

Mila explained.

My heart swelled with pride for her. Single handedly, she cleared her aunt's name and debunked Chandler's

theories.

She sighed and shook her head.

“Helen wasn't trying to kill Felicia. They were friends. She was trying to help you and Felicia grow a family." Her eyes

grew sharp and she glared at Dylan. “On the other hand, your so-called friend over here, Lord, Dylan, whatever you

want to call him… I wonder how many secrets he's been hiding from you. Maybe he knows more about Felicia's

death."

“Mila," I warned.

Turning the blame on Dylan was dangerous. She shrugged.

Chandler twisted in his root prison and stared at Dylan wide eyed with disbelief.

“Is it true? Tell me how Felicia died!" he shouted.

Dylan sighed heavily. His eyes still weren't fully focused but he'd managed to sit up.

Suddenly, he burst out laughing. He threw his head back and clutched his chest, his laughs echoing in the tomb,

making it sound like a hundred people were laughing.

His laughs quieted down but as he spoke, he still snickered.

“Felicia was a gentle soul, wasn't she? I promise, Chandler, she passed away peacefully without any pain. Though…

it wasn't from natural causes."

He sighed and wiped some years from his eyes, still grinning and laughing intermittently.

“What did you do!?" Chandler screamed. He thrashed against the roots.

Beside me, Mila shuddered and the roots fell away from Chandler.

“I must say Chandler, you and your mate have served the crown well. You will both reap the rewards for that

service… once everything is settled."

“AHHHHHH I'll kill you!"

Chandler launched himself at Dylan.

With a flick of the wrist, Dylan had Chandler pinned with magic.

I grabbed Mila and moved her behind me, ready to fight if Dylan turned on us again.

“Stop that!" Dylan snapped. “You all are my faithful subordinates and you should be proud of what you've done so

far. But this isn't over yet. I need you to help me get back what rightfully belongs to me."

“Shut the f**k up, you murderer! I'm done helping you," Chandler snapped. He strained against the magic but it

was no use.

I glanced at Thomas and pursed my lips. What did Dylan mean? He said “serving the crown"… He wasn't the king.

And what was he trying to get back?

BOOM!

The entire tomb shuddered and rocks pelted down from the ceiling.

I almost lost my footing as the ground slipped out from under me. Grabbing Mila, I helped her to the nearest wall.

“What was that?" she gasped.

BAM! BOOM!

The tomb shuddered again and I smelled the faintest hint of smoke. This wasn't good! Those were explosions

coming from outside the mountain.

“Someone is trying to blow up the mountain. They'll bury us! Run!"