Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder

Chapter 612

Chapter 112 : A Losing Battle

*Xander*

Adrian was pacing along the railing of the auxiliary ship taking us back to Breles. It had been a month since I'd left Lena behind in Winter Forest, and other than a letter I'd written and mailed to Winter Forest before I'd left for the portal back to my realm, I hadn't spoken to her since.

The ship was as full as possible with warriors from my territory, with more on the way. Adrian and I had gathered the entire force of my warriors, ten thousand strong. A portion of that would be guarding the portal to our realm from both sides if worse came to worst and the pack lands lost their hold on their territories. The rest had been ordered to stay back to guard their own people. As much as I wanted to help in this realm, I couldn't risk letting anything happen to my own people which I was sworn to protect.

Costas had told me his estimation of the number of warriors King Nikolas had at his disposal.

It was a lot more than ten thousand.

I gripped the railing of the boat as we towered above the water. The Isles of Denali rose above the water in the distance, glimmering like emeralds against a blanket of turquoise and sapphire. When I'd left Breles, I'd heard Prince William was standing in as Alpha while Troy and his Beta, Keaton, commanded their warriors as the armies of the Alphas began to push further west. Hybrids had been attacking at night in the rural villages when I left, going far enough to destroy several villages completely. I prayed nothing much had changed, or that it had changed for the better, since we left for reinforcements.

Charlie walked up beside me. He rested his elbows on the railing, the wind ruffling his brown curls that glinted as red as port wine in the sun.

“We'll make landfall in Breles around dusk at this rate," he said with a sigh.

“Any news from the mainland?" I asked.

He was quiet for a moment, his gaze clouded by concern.

“Breles is the last stronghold in the south, and our forces are holding on to the territory. But everything west of it–up to the border of northern Finadli and the mountain territories–those have fallen."

“Fallen?"

“Overrun."

I chewed on the inside of my lower lip, turning away from him to look out over the water. I couldn't fathom the loss of life. I couldn't even come close to imagining the destruction.

“The Alpha King of the West and the Alphas of the north have their armies situated on the border of the northern territories. So far they've been able to hold the beasts back."

I nodded, no immediate reply forming on the tip of my tongue. I needed to find a way to reach out to Gideon. He was adamant about staying in Crimson Creek, where a small force had accumulated to stem the flow of hybrids coming through the portal, but they were useless against the temporary breaks between the realm the king was creating using the bloodstones he was using slaves to mine.

They wouldn't have stood a chance against an onslaught of the vampire warriors under King Nikolas's control, however. Those gray, molted, lifeless undead had no feelings of fear. I'd fought them off when we broke Lena out of the castle. I'd looked into their eyes–nothing. There was nothing there but death.

“What about from your family?" I asked.

Charlie smirked, meeting my gaze.

“You mean Lena? Your mate?"

“Y-yes," I stammered, shaking my head.

“No news is good news," he replied, clapping me on the shoulder before he turned and walked away.

Adrian came up to my side, watching Charlie retreat into the depths of the massive boat made for war.

“What are we getting into when we get to Breles?" he asked.

“One last stand," I replied with a sigh, watching as the sun hung lazily over the Isles as we passed.

***

Troy pointed to a map in the center of the table beneath a wide canvas tent, his face covered in grime and dried blood. Keaton and Rowan leaned to look down at the map, squinting in the flickering lantern light.

“Here, and here. Another hive was discovered here, this morning," Troy breathed, his voice laced with exhaustion.

I licked dry lips, shaking my head as the sounds of battle ricocheted through the tent. Explosions went off every few minutes, echoing through the sprawling metropolis of Breles, which stretched for miles. The vampires were right on the edge of the city now, trying to push in, but were being held back by our forces.

But there was a shift in the battle tonight. While Troy pointed to what they had been calling “hives," which were groups of vampires who had taken cover during daylight hours in the remains of the outer neighborhoods in Breles, I had a sinking feeling in my gut that it wouldn't matter. Taking out the known hives in the daylight meant we had to make it through the night.

And with every passing minute, that seemed more and more unlikely.

Rowan heaved a breath. He met my eye, his expression telling me we'd been thinking the same thing.

“My forces are ready–" I began, but Troy waved his hand as he sighed and reached up to run his hands through his filthy hair.

Rowan shifted his weight, then leaned forward with his hands resting on the table. His eyes moved from the map to my face, where they fixed on my own. “If we lose our hold on Breles," he said with a tremble in his voice, “your forces will be needed to defend Valoria."

His words echoed through my mind, slicing me to my core. The look in the eyes of the men standing before me, kings of their lands, told me everything I needed to know about what was going to happen tonight.

An explosion shook the tent, which was in the center of the war camp. We were near the edge of the city, only a mile away from where the combined forces of the pack lands were battling with the vampires trying to lay waste to Breles.

Wolves ran by in suits of armor, followed by warriors decked out in spears and knives, some made of wood. Rowan had listened to me then. He'd really listened when I told him everything I knew about their realm and their ways–their strengths, and most importantly, their weaknesses.

I hadn't been in the front lines, not yet. We'd only arrived an hour and half before and were immediately escorted here, to the tent where the Alphas and Betas were gathering to discuss their next moves.

Adrian was currently with our forces, awaiting my instruction.

I realized, as I met the eyes of Troy, Keaton, and Rowan, that those instructions wouldn't be more than surviving the night.

“This is it," Troy breathed, looking from Keaton to Rowan with a tight nod.

“We'll pull our forces back, have them hold strong in the city center," Rowan said, pointing to the map.

“Torch the outer neighborhoods," Troy added, running his finger across the map, a distant look in his eyes.

Torch the neighborhoods?

I knew the city had been evacuated several weeks ago, but still, the idea of laying waste to the entire territory was unfathomable.

“When morning comes, and they seek shelter, they'll do so here, and here, possibly here," Rowan continued, dark circles lining his eyes. “That is where we'll hit them–"

“They're going to keep coming," I interrupted.
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