Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder

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.

weight of my basket and crept toward the bam, peering inside the door, which was slightly ajar. I could just see the outline of

rain was beginning to pelt the top of my head, cold and slightly painful. I stepped inside the barn, blinking as my eyes adjusted to the dim

of the brown-haired woman who had been collecting dishes at breakfast, giving her a seductive smile as she giggled like

then they saw me. and Xander immediately leaned away from her. straightening to his

you doing here9’ he asked

her heel and walking past me out of

could ask you the same thing,” I said, tilting my head in the direction the woman had retreated.

shovel that was leaning next to him and

"What are you doing?"

"Working-"

the stall? That’s not

collecting samples, Lena. I didn't have anything to run my tests on, yet,” he said from the stall. I couldn't see him, but I could

doing that woman's job?" I asked, taking

He turned to me, his eyes seeming to glow in the darkness of the stall. "Her

were doing a lot more than

of the stall, his eyes blazing with annoyance. He set the shovel down as he took several steps in my direction, narrowing his

so close to my face our noses were nearly touching, ”Are you

not jealous,' I sneered,

stood his ground, however, his eyes flashing with a silent

you have felt if you'd seen me kissing her?" he asked, his voice an octave lower than

made me feel. "Well, were you kissing her?” I whispered, unsure of why the words

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

up, a smug look on his face as he chuckled to

think you know what you want, Lena. You really

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

then. I could feel it. You're disappointed that

I huffed, pushing past him to walk back out

basket in my arms and drudged into the bleak downpour, not even bothering to shield myself from the rain as it washed over my face and cooled

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 he was doing in terms of our field

from underneath one of the tractors, her

where

with you?” Bethany laughed. "Henry wear you down? He's good at what he does, but man,

murmured, opening the file and staring down

put a damper on the outside tasks,” Bethany stood and wiped her grimy hands on a rag, dropping a few tools into a large toolbox sitting next to

a new place to sleep," I breathed, glancing up

want to share a room with your