Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder

Chapter 96 : Submitting to the King

*Lena*

Black double doors made of iron opened wide as the vampire guard pushed me into the dining hall.

My toes curled as the smell of blood hit me, and I closed my eyes, hanging my head to stop myself from gazing upon whatever bloody sight lay before me.

I heard the doors close behind me, locking shut. Heat rippled over my skin, and the roaring of a massive fire thundered in my ears.

“Open your eyes," came a rich male voice that echoed through the hall.

My lashes fluttered as I opened my eyes and stared down at my feet, trying to get a sense of the room and the ageless vampire who was seated yards away, commanding me.

When I finally had the courage to look forward, I wasn't overcome with shock like I had been when I first gazed upon Narcissa. There was no metallic taste and feel of ancient magic, and no intense, unearthly pull like the one that made it hard for me to tear my eyes away from her translucent skin and silver hair.

Like Narcissa, Nikolas was incredibly tall and lean, graceful in every moment he made. But his hair was an icy platinum, similar to my own, and his skin had a creaminess to it that hers hadn't possessed.

He looked shockingly human, compared to his sister.

Violet eyes flaked with crimson looked me up and down, but I didn't flinch or cower beneath his gaze.

He wasn't what I'd been expecting. He didn't ooze power. He didn't scare me.

I straightened my back, squaring my shoulders as I took a shallow breath and looked around the room. Long, narrow, endless stone–there wasn't a single decoration save for the dozens of thick, tallow candles that burned along the center of the table and along the mantel over the hearth that stretched the entire width of the room.

He was seated directly in front of the hearth, and some of the peachy color of his skin could probably be attributed to the red and amber flames that danced behind him. He didn't rise to his feet as I took a single step in his direction.

“Beautiful," he cooed, his eyes flashing with an emotion I couldn't quite read. Hunger was there, obviously, for more reasons than one. But he looked… impressed.

I fought the urge to bow, to kneel before him as I tucked my hand behind my back and held his gaze. A man was slumped in a chair next to him, his neck bloodied and oozing. King Nikolas followed my gaze and chuckled low in his throat.

an almost seductive whisper as he ran a long, pale finger across the man's cheek. “Just

my room," I said through gritted teeth, “and food… water that

many demands and yet you

my mind like Narcissa had been able to, and possibly Kiern as well. But as I

were if he didn't share the same ones as his sister. He was immortal,

death involved playing his game. “And I

eyes at me, studying the color flaming across my cheeks. I made myself look as angry and confident as possible, but on the inside I was crumbling. The warmth of the room was seeping into my bones, replacing the icy chill

was brought to the dining hall. They carried him away, and within seconds the blood was mopped from the table,

twelve feet long. I had to squint over the candles to see a clear

beautiful, more captivatingly strange than anything. He looked no older than myself, but his eyes gave away his true age. They were deep

large bowl of chopped fruit was laid in front of me. I looked down

than fruit," I said sharply. I hadn't

said casually, leaning back in his chair with a goblet of blood, or maybe even wine, in one of his

what could have been an apple and popping it into my mouth. I did everything I could to stop myself from moaning with relief as the taste of it

opened along the side of the room. The same man he'd been feeding on earlier was dragged into the room again as though they'd just stored him in some back hallway until this

You said he

that you can do it," he said with a shred of coldness to

I watched him as I

bloodline. It wasn't far-fetched, given the family tree my Uncle Troy had found

had gone through his ice trial and had sat in this

doubt in those eyes of his as he watched me stand and make my way over to his feeder,

Nikolas as I held out my

I demanded, but a sly smile twitched

don't need a knife,"

Vampire King–the god. He took my outstretched hand in his, his touch like ice. He bent his head,

for a moment, his breath ragged as he lifted

My powers were weak if they were even there at all. I was also the youngest of the women who he'd taken, at least from what I knew. I hadn't come into my shifter powers yet, and wouldn't for several