Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder

Chapter 100 : Blood of the White Queen

*Lena*

The first time I ventured out of my windowless prison in the Vampire King's castle was anticlimactic. I

didn't get very far before running into a group of the gray, sunken-eyed guards that Penny had warmed

me to stay away from. They hissed at me, their red eyes shining in the dim light of a long, curving

corridor I'd been exploring.

I'd retreated back to my room, shaken.

King Nikolas hadn't called on me in what felt like days. Food was delivered to my room in three-hour

increments, and it was always plentiful and delicious. I ate as much as I possibly could, trying to

strengthen my body and my powers for the fight I would soon be up against.

On the third day after meeting the king and healing his feeder, I went to the library. It was dank and dim

like the rest of the castle, which was completely windowless to the outside world. But the library was

situated in what looked like a tower, a wide spiral staircase made of stone stretching to the highest

point of the castle. But even stranger was the way the staircase descended into incredibly dark depths,

likely built through whatever mountain the place was built on top of. Cold air funneled up from the black

pit, and I peeked over the railing of the staircase as I gazed down, holding a candle over the darkness.

“Hello?" I said into the pit, and my voice echoed… and echoed, and echoed.

Gooseflesh rippled over my arms, and not from the cold, as I retreated to the stacks of books that lined

the curved walls. Thousands of books lined the shelves, all of them coated in cobwebs and dust. I

climbed the staircase, running my fingers over the spines of the books as I ascended the stone steps. I

noticed the books gradually became newer as I walked up, and up, their spines freshly repaired and

dust-free.

I almost ran into the man standing on the steps, who had a feather duster in one hand and a candle in

the other. I covered my mouth with one hand and gripped the railing with the other, stifling a scream as

he held the candle up between us to get a better look at my face.

He was an older gentleman with kind, round eyes. But he was a vampire, of course. A lower vampire,

like the people in Brune, but he was old… much older than any vampire I'd seen before. They all

seemed to just stop aging as young adults, dripping eternal youth.

This man was an elder.

“What are you doing in here, girl?" he hissed, and I felt the color drain from my face as I walked

backward down the stairs. “No need to be frightened of me," he grumbled, turning back to the

bookshelf with the duster in hand.

“I was just looking–"

“For what? A book about princesses? A fairy tale? You've come to the wrong library for that, I'm afraid."

“Is there more than one?" I squeaked, adrenaline still pumping through my veins.

The man gave me a sarcastic look, then rolled his eyes back to the shelves. “No. And don't go poking

around where you're not supposed to be–"

“I was told I had free access to the library," I stammered, and he met my eye again, one wiry gray brow

arched in shock.

“By?"

“By King Nikolas," I replied, a little breathless. “I just wanted something to read. I'm stuck in that room

all the time–"

“He's never let feeders in here before–"

“I'm not his feeder," I said quickly, cutting him off. The man looked thoroughly confused, but then the

realization struck him like a punch to the chest.

“How are you still alive?"

There it was–someone who knew the truth, someone who, by the look on his face, was just as shocked

as the king had been when I'd healed the feeder. But something different twinkled in the old man's

eyes, something like… rebellion.

I shrugged in response to his question, looking into the flames of the candle I was holding for a

moment.

“And just what kind of book are you looking for?" he asked, the flame of his own candle dancing in his

eyes.

He was sizing me up, and I was doing the same. I couldn't outwardly tell him I was a spy, and an

assassin, but maybe after a few visits to the library I would have a chance to do just that.

“Something about this place. It's history, geography–"

“Geography?"

“Actually, geology would be ideal."

“You want to read a book about rocks?"

“I want to read something that will put me into a stupor while I wait for the king to continue his trials on

me," I said bluntly, shrugging innocently.

He huffed a breath, tilting his head toward the black pit below us. “Down there."

I followed him down, down, down. The air became chilled and my breath puffed with moisture as we

descended deep into the well of darkness. The books down here were damp, some totally covered in

mold. I grimaced as he stopped, his fingers moving across several spines before he pulled out a

massive, heavy book that was bound in what looked like leather.

“It's very old, so be careful," he said as he thrust it into my chest.

It smelled like decay, like mildew and dust. I gave him a short smile, and he began to walk past me

back up the stairs.

“What's at the bottom of this pit?" I asked, noticing the stairs continued to spiral downward out of sight.

“They say that's where the bones of the other High Vampires lay," he said in all seriousness, and a chill

ran up my spine that had nothing to do with air. “You'd be smart not to let anyone know you have that

book."

I nodded, following close behind him as we walked back up the stairs to the main landing that led back

into the castle.

I paused at the doorway, tucking the book in the crook of my arm and covering it with the rich navy blue

wool cloak I was wearing over a pale gray dress made of homespun. “Thank you," I said, meaning it.

“What is your name?"

“I don't remember," he said, then turned away, walking back up the stairs.

***

It had thousands of pages.

I'd been bent over books for years and still couldn't make sense of what I was looking at as I sat in the

bathroom, my back against the door in case anyone tried to come in.

It was in a different language, which was entirely unhelpful. There were no pictures, and the pages

were so old and frail that they ripped and disintegrated against my touch.

“Damnit," I hissed, flipping back to the beginning. I'd opened it in the middle for whatever reason, and

had skipped the front title page, which was nothing more than blotted ink spots arranged in a half-moon

shape. The ink looked… fresh.

I flipped the page over, noting the paper was much newer than the pages following it, but the spine had

never been repaired, and I saw no signs of the title page being sewn in after the fact.

I ran my fingers over the ink spots and felt a jolt of electricity shoot up my arm as the paper sliced

through my thumb.

“Ouch!" I growled, bringing my thumb to my mouth to suck the drop of blood away, but then stopped.

The place where the paper had sliced through my skin… the blood was spreading up the page, so

rapidly I thought I might have been imagining it. I wiped my bloody thumb on my shirt and focused on

the page, my breath catching in my throat as the single drop of blood soaked completely through the

paper, turning it a deep crimson.

There wasn't nearly enough blood to have that kind of effect, but I didn't have time to mull it over. The

ink spots glowed for a moment, and my mouth gaped as the black spots began to burn, turning the

entire title page into charred ash. I dropped the book on the floor, thinking the entire thing was about to

go up in flames. It slammed shut on its own accord, and I jumped, pressing my back against the door

and stifling a scream as light poured through the book, and then faded.

“What the hell," I whispered, my voice laced with terror. I kicked the book with my toe, but it didn't

tremble or grow the teeth that I'd half expected it to. It just lay there.

I squatted down, balancing on my toes in case I needed to jump again to get away from it, and gingerly

opened it.

It was… repaired. Every page was fresh as though it had just been printed.

I could read it now–every word.

“Miss?" came Penny's voice from the bedroom.

I jumped, my heart thundering in my chest as I scooped up the book and searched frantically for a

hiding place… no, not a cabinet. Penny was always in and out of the linen closet, too. My eyes focused

on the toilet, which was rather archaic compared to what we had back in my realm, but it was my only

option. I stuffed the book between the toilet and the hall, praying to whoever was listening that it would

be hidden well.

Then I steeled my expression and walked out of the bathroom.

“Oh, you're bleeding–"

“I'm alright," I said quickly, holding out my thumb as Penny's face flushed a sickly cream color. “I cut my

finger… on the faucet."

She furrowed her brow but I looked away from her, pretending to be invested in the tray of food she

had set out on the coffee table.

But there was no food.

I opened my mouth, but the words didn't form on the tip of my tongue. That's when I noticed the dress

laying on the bed.

It was jet black and made of the finest, most transparent silk I've ever seen. There was a belt for the

waist, and I looked at it with wide eyes as I realized that it wasn't an overlay of any kind. This was the

entire dress–a sheer ribbon of fabric. I turned to Penny, eyes flaming.

“You're dining with the king," she said, her lower lip trembling as she tucked her hands in the pocket of

her apron.

“I'm dining with the king?" I asked, taking a step toward her. “Or is he dining on me?"

She ran her tongue along her lower tip. “I think he's already been fed."

“Gross," I murmured as I turned back around and looked at the dress, taking it in my hands. I could see

my hands beneath the fabric. Everything would be on display.

It's just a game. This is all just a game.