Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder

Chapter 506

Chapter 8 : Blood Root

*Lena*

I spent a good part of the day working in silence next to Henry as we crouched in the rows of medicinal herbs. He would hand me things on occasion, wordlessly, for me to inspect. By midday, I had a basket full of oddly shaped valerian roots and several bushes of hummingbird sage that were withered and drooping, obviously diseased.

But none of it made sense. Their soil was rich, and the positioning of the garden and the amount of sun the area received were perfect growing conditions for the herbs. I wondered at first whether the chill of the night was causing the damage, but Henry waved this away, shaking his head as he rose and peered into the distance, over the crumbling, ancient stone wall that wrapped around the entire estate.

"Are those lightning strikes?” I asked, standing next to him as I pointed.

He grunted in response. He was a man of few words, a lot like my own grandfather. "No.’

"Then... what is it? Those black spots all over-"

"It’s plants.'

"Plants? What-"

"You'll find them everywhere now. They started in the southern tip of Finaldi and migrated north over the years. About three years ago, we started seeing them in Crimson Creek. We call it blood root."

"Blood root?"

He nodded but then turned away from me, continuing to forage. I balanced my basket on my hip as I watched him. He was ignoring me. He likely knew I wanted to know more about the mystery beyond the wall.

"I don’t need your assistance any longer today,” he said, keeping his back to me. I narrowed my eyes at him, then turned back to the path leading back to the barn and bunkhouse.

I stopped at the little shed in the corner of the herb garden and stored the tote of supplies Xander had brought down for me earlier in the day. It had been a kind gesture on his part, but it had been marred by his behavior toward Maxwell Radcliffe.

I sighed, glancing at Henry over my shoulder before stepping through the herb garden's gate. Bethany said Henry had been working for the Radcliffe family for at least three decades. He knew everything about this place.

And I was willing to bet he wasn't telling me about the strange black plants called blood root on purpose.

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The rain started as I walked back toward the bunkhouse. I wasn't dressed for the rain, but to be honest, the weather here was very strange given the time of year. It was late autumn, and the air was warm during the day, but the nights were frigid and uncomfortable. Morhan was north of Crimson Creek... and it wasn't nearly as cold there.

I was heading to the warehouse with my samples to give to Xander so he could run his tests. I shielded my face with my hand as I walked past the barn, where the sound of giggling cut through the rain.

I paused, turning my head toward the barn where the giggling continued, interrupted by a man’s voice... Xander's voice.

the door, which was slightly ajar. I could just see the outline of someone leaning against one

the top of my head, cold and slightly painful. I stepped inside

collecting dishes at breakfast, giving her a seductive smile as she giggled like a

away from her. straightening to his full

are you doing here9’

me before turning on her heel and walking past me

head in the direction the woman had retreated.

a shovel that was leaning next to him and turned, taking a step into

"What are you doing?"

"Working-"

stall? That’s not

my tests on, yet,” he said from the stall. I couldn't see him, but I could hear

job?" I asked, taking

out his breath. He turned to me, his eyes seeming to glow in the darkness of the stall.

like you two were doing a lot more

blazing with annoyance. He set the shovel down as he took

he asked, leaning down so close to my face our noses were nearly touching,

jealous,' I sneered,

his ground, however, his eyes flashing with a

me kissing her?" he asked, his voice an

"Well, were you kissing her?” I whispered, unsure

gave me a sly smile, leaning even closer and closing the distance between US. His mouth hovered over

straightened up, a smug look on

know what you want, Lena.

you mean by that?' I sneered, stifling the heated blush

you, just then. I

him to

arms and drudged into the bleak downpour, not even bothering to shield myself from the rain as it washed

He'd covered it in a sheet of plastic to keep the area free of dust and other particles while it wasn't in use, which was smart. I still thought he was a jerk; he was a bossy, oppressive playboy, but at least he knew what

down, bobbing her head at me as she pulled herself out from underneath one of the tractors, her body splayed on a creeper seat. She sat up, wiping her brow which

shortly, opening the cabinet where Xander

the matter with you?” Bethany laughed. "Henry wear you down? He's good at what he does, but man, he's the grumpiest old man I've

never met my grandfather, then," I murmured, opening the file and staring down at it, running my finger

you with? This rain put a damper on the outside tasks,” Bethany stood and wiped her grimy hands on

breathed, glancing up from the file

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