Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder

Chapter 104 : The Coven of the Great Witch

*Lena*

Xander watched me wearily from the other side of the boat as I clutched the book to my chest. Behind us, the Realm of the Night faded from view as the wall of mist returned, closing us inside some new, unfamiliar place.

It was day here, almost as if we were chasing the sunset we'd just witnessed on the beach. In front of us laid a wide, distant shore sparkling like a polished emerald.

I had a moment of deja vu as the boat crept toward the shore. I'd been here before, at least I thought I had, during that nightmare when I was sick and fevered from Jen's attack, of which I still bore the scars. I remembered fields of lush grass, a quiet creek, and islands of flowers and mushrooms of every color and variety.

But it was the women from that dream I remembered the most. They had been dressed in silken white gowns that trailed behind them as they walked, their hair combed and brushed away from their elegant faces.

And then there had been their leader, a woman with rich, wine-red hair. She'd told me I had unfinished business with the “Alpha," and as we approached the shore, I realized she had meant Xander.

I locked eyes with Xander as the boat stopped just before the water's edge. I sent all of the conflicting emotions I currently felt down the bond, hoping that he'd decipher the apology I was desperate to give him but couldn't put into words. He held my gaze, then abruptly looked away as several people fanned out over the grass-covered shoreline.

“Why so many?" came a lifted, soprano voice that could have belonged to a child. One of the white-clad women stepped forward, her beautiful face twisted in confusion.

The woman in the boat rose to her full height and folded her arms over her chest, one narrow brow arched. “The answer wasn't clear to me at the time–"

Zeke leaped from the boat, water splashing over his knees as he made his way toward the shore. Some of the women who had gathered hissed and shrieked as he pulled himself up onto the grass, sopping wet with wild, glowing eyes. “Ianthe?" he barked, to which one of the women rolled her eyes and jabbed a thumb into a dense thicket of healthy willow trees, where the first inklings of a settlement were visible through the drooping branches.

“We're to let a vampire into our home?" came another female voice, which was followed by several cries of protest.

“Not one, but two," the woman on the boat said kindly, extending her hand toward Penny, who had gone pale and rigid from the attention as all their eyes turned on her.

Oliver was up next, but he disembarked the boat in a less graceful fashion than Zeke had only moments before. His shoe caught on the edge and he fell face-first into the water, gasping and coughing violently when he finally resurfaced and crawled up onto the shore. He shook himself off like a dog on all fours and shot the group of female onlookers a dirty look as they tittered and batted their eyelashes at him.

One of the women stepped forward, motioning toward Penny.

“Come, vampire girl. We won't bite," she cooed, but Penny hesitated, especially as giggles rang out from the group of women on the shore.

“You'll be fine," I coaxed, locking eyes with Penny as she gingerly rose to her feet and allowed the woman on the boat to help her down into the knee-deep water.

It was just Xander and me, and the woman. She looked at us expectantly, then rolled her eyes as she lowered herself into the water.

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of disapproval. She only smirked, and continued, “Not all rainbows and butterflies, is it? Your kind puts such heavy expectations on their

is that supposed to

hissed,

feet and extended a hand for me, helping us

I almost went completely under, but Xander grasped

feet from the shoreline, surrounded by women who were poking and prodding her, fussing over her wet clothes and asking her very forward questions about her status as a vampire.

gave me a once over, slowly, as though he hadn't gotten a good look at me since we'd fled the castle. I realized painfully that he might not have, and as the group of spectators and our friends moved into the forest of

alone was when I led him into the trap I'd set

idea?" I blurted. Xander's mouth twitched into a

else are we supposed to do? Our friends just walked

my tongue along the inside of my lower

suggested, somewhat sarcastically, “or we can hear them

wistfully,

rest somewhere for

for a moment, watching the water break gently against

his fingers in mine as we turned to

for

across his face, Xander knew

and found ourselves in a small village. I held in the gasp that threatened to escape my throat as I looked around, taking in the simplistic splendor. The buildings were made of wood and covered in fragrant, flowering vines. Stone pavers weaved through the village, and lush gardens pouring over with blooming flowers, fruits, and vegetables surrounded each quaint cabin that we passed as we the group deeper into

of the trees being removed altogether, and as we walked deeper into the forest, I looked up and saw more buildings suspended from the trees as well, several stories off the ground and connected