Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder

Chapter 108 : The Magic Book

*Lena*

Time passed in a blur of mingled stillness and impossible activity. I spent much of my days in Winter Forest sitting in the library at the castle, snuggled in a plush blanket and flannel pajamas while I stared blankly at the same page of the same book I'd been trying to read for nearly a week.

I knew I wouldn't hear from Xander for a while, likely a very long time if I was being honest with myself. Mom did her best to lift my spirits. On the third day after Xander and Oliver left, she started reading aloud to me in the confines of the library from books I'd loved from my childhood spent running wild in this territory.

Maeve joined in on the fourth day, sitting with her long legs draped over my mother's lap as she rested her head on the armrest and stared at the ceiling with the same blank expression I wore on my own face. All three of her sons, my cousins, were in Breles. Her husband, her mate, was there too. Her brother, my father, would be fighting beside them all.

We just didn't know when the first thundering of war would sound, and every minute waiting was a cruel game of what-ifs.

Grandma Rosalie was the one who kept us fed and warm while we holed up in the library. Snow fell heavily outside the frosted windows as cart after cart of tea was wheeled in, though often left untouched, untasted.

On the fifth day, Grandma joined us in the “depression nest," wrapping a thick blanket around her shoulders as she settled on the couch next to me, resting her hand against my knee.

But on the sixth day, my grandpa came to the library, and our self-pity party was forced to an abrupt end.

“This is getting ridiculous," he grumbled, easing himself into an armchair with a view of all four of us.

“Why? I thought you'd enjoy a break from all of us women," Maeve yawned, twirling a lock of her red hair around her finger.

“Every blanket in the castle is currently in the library," he continued, motioning toward the twin couches we had claimed, which faced each other with a coffee table in between, which was currently littered with books. The spell book sat on top of the strewn books, its leather cover shimmering in the reflection of the fire. We'd taken turns flipping through the pages, looking for something, anything, substantial, but had found nothing.

“Leave us be, Ethan," Grandma smiled softly.

Grandpa furrowed his brow, looking at us one by one. Maeve narrowed her eyes at him, sizing him up.

“Don't look at us like that, Dad."

“Why not? You're all acting like infants."

“You know for a fact that if I had a choice, I'd be in Breles with the rest of the armies, not wasting my years of warrior training trying to figure out what I'm meant to do with this!" she waves her hand toward the book for emphasis, then tucked her hand back under her blanket, scowling. “I hate that I'm not there."

“Me too," I agreed, and Grandpa settled his gaze on me. He'd been filled in on the situation when he returned to Winter Forest two days ago, after a long trip from Breles with a stop in Mirage. All of the Alphas were congregating in Breles, where news of new night attacks was starting to trickle in from the westernmost packs in Findali.

There were no armies of vampires yet, though. They hadn't found the portal, or they hadn't figured out how to cross in large numbers.

The elders of the pack lands, mostly retired Alphas who'd passed down their titles, or high ranking men and women tasked with forming the committees that kept peace in the pack lands, had taken over for the younger Alphas who were leading their warriors into battle.

was an elder now, and a very opinionated

out the book and then you can go, Maeve," he said, crossing his arms over his chest. “It's

casting Grandpa a long look. “We don't know what

contacting the

actually not a bad idea. Monica has been helpful in a lot of different ways. Maybe she can grant us

involve Mara as well," Mom added, and I immediately went rigid, remembering my meeting with Mara, one of the refugees from Dianny and the younger sister of none other than Tasia, when she had been overseeing

tell them the truth of the

the rural villages in Findali. Rumors are spreading. Oliver, Xander, and his Beta have been tasked with readying the forces of the Alphas for

seen Xander?" I asked hurriedly. Grandpa nodded, settling back against

to head south for Egoren, with his Beta. He brought a family of.... vampires, to

Alma?" I asked excitedly, damn near jumping to my feet. I got tangled in the blankets and

I didn't ask their

He'd be safe, at least for a little while longer. I wondered if Abigail had gone with him,

caught Grandpa's gaze as he watched her. Even after over forty years together, there was still a flicker of longing in

“is she still

asked with a laugh. “Yes.

old train set for her to play with, the one that the boys used to love. She looked rather bored when they came to dinner

with a sudden realization that, hopefully, would change

you about her history?"

looked at Mom, the

a laugh. “Clare's a seer. Her mother was Lycennian. She… she might

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walked a wide circle around the table the book was sitting on, her eyes narrowed into slits. Sasha was playing in the dining hall just across the foyer from us, her blonde pigtails bouncing as she jumped up and down with excitement as Grandpa put together

really see anything at all. But she

brown hair trembling as she shook her head. She was dressed in a cream colored turtleneck sweater and jeans, and had the same scowl on her face that I remembered her by. She hadn't bothered to tell me what happened to her after the fall of Cedar Hollow. I wasn't even going to ask. Xander was convinced that Hale had died in that

taking a step toward the book with her hand overstretched, then pulled her hand away,

dark, whatever it is. There's some kind of… barrier around it. It hurts to

too," I said.

see

sighed, motioning toward the

to the title page. Clare stepped forward, her jaw flexing as she leaned over the table

was incredibly small, almost