Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder

Chapter 101 The White Queen and the Dark King

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Her warm lips captivated me, moving so slowly and entic- ingly against mine. Her arms around my neck held me close and her breasts moved against my chest with each breath. I lifted my hands to pull her closer and stopped, clenching them into fists.

How easily I could forget myself and stay in her embrace with her warm, comforting lips. As Tallis, I had been able to lie to myself that as long as I was careful, I wouldn't hurt her.

But Maggie and Warren had reminded me of just how un- predictable and dangerous I was with their own lives!

I used all of my strength to leave those two soft, alluring lips, but the moment our kiss broke, I regretted it.

Her back was against the wall, her cheeks were pink and her sweet breath was rapid.

My eyes locked on her watery blue orbs and couldn't move away. Under her gentle gaze, the cold and rigid shells that had been sealing around my heart for years started to break down, revealing my extravagant desire to seek warmth and...love.

But how could I?

I took a step away, but I couldn't peel my eyes off her.

She had a light blush on her cheeks and I tried so hard to not pull her back.

I took a deep, trembling breath and steadied myself. In- side, I felt like I could explode at any moment, but after seeing Warren lying there, I couldn't let myself lose control like that again.

'Alpha, Dottie is here.' Jake's mindlink dragged me back to eality. A few moments later, he reappeared, and behind him was Dottie.

"Your Highness." Dottie lowered her head as a brief greet- ng and I gestured to her to check on Warren.

"Oh Goddess..." She put down her medicine case and started her routine immediately.

I caught Ciana's eye for a moment and she gave me an encouraging look before she followed Dottie to Warren's side.

My brother was still pale and pasty. Unlike before, now he was shivering a little even though Dottie had covered him in thick, down comforters. His eyes were closed, and every now and then, he winced and gasped.

Otherwise, his breathing was even.

Dottie put a wet cloth on his forehead and then put her fingers at his wrist, taking his pulse.

I swallowed into a tight, constricted throat as I stared at his unconscious form. The frown on Dottie's face told me he wasn't doing well.

Ciana went to the edge of the bed and took Warren's hand. Under any other circumstances, the worry in her eyes might have sparked jealousy in me, but now, I wished I could provide some type of comfort to him as well.

My gaze fell on my hands, which were inside a pair of gloves again. They were only capable of killing and destroy- ing. They would never provide comfort.

What a pair of fucking hideous hands! I hid them in my pockets so that I didn't need to see them.

"How is he?" Ciana asked Dottie, her voice pulling me from my thoughts.

"He's in bad shape," Dottie said somberly.

"How bad?"

"He won't wake up on his own. He will stay like this and get worse," Dottie explained, her eyes darkened as she went back to tending to Warren.

"Is there... What can we do for him?" Ciana's voice was trembling, taking the bad news in with great difficulty.

normal coma, Miss,

frowned slightly. "Normal healing won't have much effect... Do you mean there are abnormal

A very

how little hope there was, it was better

I demanded.

awaken, he needs new essence poured back into him. His body isn't able to re- store what was taken on its own. It must be replaced by an outside source." She turned from Warren and

can return the life back to him?! How?"

then

I meant. I wish it

from tears and blood. Why would that heartless beast ever want to share anything with me? To him, I was

an understanding nod. "I suppose it is up to me then. What do you know about your

Dottie's face implied she expected me to know more.

Egoren. We were all taught in nursery

part of the legend," Dottie ex- plained, "King Lycaon wasn't the only child of the Moon God-

ever heard that part of the story. We waited for Dottie

of similarities, Morrighan and Lycaon were totally opposite. Well, at least their powers were.

and Dottie leaned over, dabbing his lips with a moist

was given to Morrighan, the White Queen, and all of her descendants. The realm of shadow was given to Lycaon,

together and

Give life, rejuvenate, and create. The Dark King's power, on the other

heart sank more. I didn't need another reminder

Warren's life essence then?" Ciana asked quickly, as if she wasn't worried about the

Dottie let out another sigh. "But young lady, ever since you were born, have you ever heard about the White. Queen? Even if she exists,

like the

"Whatever that means."

save Warren," Ciana muttered,

chest and I looked away from

either. Please don't jump to conclusions so fast. What I wanted to tell you was perhaps King Sebastian knows of a way

both knew my bastard of a father would never lift

about what my father might be able to do," I said. I wasn't done with her story. If it was something the Dark King's descendants could do, maybe there was a way for me to do it too.

some great, important history lesson. Nothing she'd said had been action- able, with the exception of my father might know something.

thighs. I got the sense that she was about to tell me something my father didn't want me to know. Something that she could get in trou- ble for

While tending to the sick and injured, she probably heard a lot of things,

father help Warren?" I repeated the ques- tion more firmly.

hun- dreds of years ago, was able to save his wife by sharing

that he has that kind of knowl- edge?" I stared at her, pressing her, "Dottie, what else are you not telling me?"

looked a little anxious, as if she was weighing whether she should tell me the truth.

True that she worked for the crown, but she was one of the very few that had shown genuine care

siblings and myself were treated by

is a kind soul. Help

if this gets into

have my word to

fell into silence and I gave her time to consider. Ciana

breath and looked me in the eye.

has a sacred artifact. Do you know what

but that was more like a symbol of power. To

not the real ar- tifact. It's a secret because the king didn't want anyone

the real

"It's a scroll."