Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder

Chapter 116 : Tell Her I Loved Her

*Xander*

We'd hatched a practically impossible plan. It was a last-ditch effort, but there was a slim chance it could buy the allied forces a full night to rest and regroup, and to hold onto Breles. Oliver was sitting next to me in Gideon's truck as we bounced over the rolling hills on the outskirts of Crimson Creek, a massive tank of fuel jostling in the bed of the truck behind us. One wrong move and we'd tip over, potentially blowing the truck, and ourselves, up.

Oliver and I were absolutely covered in blood root. I glanced at him, seeing nothing but his multicolored eyes as he peered through the windshield. I'd left my warriors and Gideon behind, so it was just me and the fire-obsessed cousin of my mate.

We were nearly at the outcropping of dead trees and the dilapidated temple where both Lena and I had been held captive and tortured. I could see the portal now, wide and rippling with energy. It reflected all of the colors of the incredible sunset behind it, but upside down, which was the only way to differentiate it from the landscape beyond.

“This is going to work," Oliver remarked, more to himself than to me.

“You just want to play with fire again," I mused, and Oliver smirked, shrugging one shoulder.

“My uncle Keaton had me light all of his cigars as a kid. He thought it was the most useful trick, but my parents thought differently. I caught the palace on fire more than once."

I arched my brow at him, and he turned to me with a wry grin.

“Mischief is a family trait. No one can fault me for that."

“A family of menaces," I breathed, shaking my head.

I wondered what my daughter would be like, who she would be like–Lena, with her striking intelligence and beauty, but a flair for the dramatics and an affinity for acting without thinking, or me, damn near perfect in every way?

I chuckled to myself as I pulled the truck into the clearing near the temple. Oliver sighed deeply, looking around.

“We have about twenty minutes to do what we need to do," I said in a whisper, a feeling of unease rippling up my spine. Oliver was out of the truck before I'd even finished the sentence.

I stepped out of the truck as Oliver connected a hose to the fuel tank and began dragging it over to the portal. I hissed at him to be careful, noticing how his copper curls seemed to drift toward the portal the closer he got to the opening, like he was being pulled inside. Oliver waved his hand at me in dismissal as he began to spray fuel in front of the portal, and within minutes he'd soaked the area.

The smell of gasoline was sharp and made me slightly dizzy as I watched the fuel gauge drain.

“A little more," I shouted, and Oliver continued to spray until the ground was so saturated with fuel that Oliver's shoes made sloshing sounds as he walked through the grass and blood root back to the truck.

removing the hose from the tank and tossing it nonchalantly toward the portal. It took us several minutes to push the tank out of the

I said, motioning towards the sky. It was turning a rich violet, the first stars peaking

dead trees, pulling off several dried out branches before we got back in the truck and drove onto a nearby ridge. I looked down at the portal, my hands gripping the

sitting on the ridge," he commanded, dropping his bundle of branches on the

had just shut the driver's side door of the truck when Oliver used his powers to ignite

first branch from him as he lit another, then another, until we were

the branches burn like torches. Dusk faded into night, and through the

Walkers, as Gideon had called them, stepped through the vortex and looked around. Their expressionless faces could have been harboring shock based on the rigidness of their bodies. One of them was dressed in red robes made of

through the portal, then another, until at least

vampires snapped their heads at us,

thrown into a panic. Another wave of them stepped out of the portal

the air, making it almost impossible to see what was happening below. But I knew more vampires were coming through the portal right into the fiery fray, and before they even had a

landscape. Debris shot high in the air as the fuel tank we'd left in the clearing exploded, sending a

Oliver, who was panting, his eyes reflecting

Covered in blood root, we were damn near camouflaged against the night sky behind us. We

to that truck!" I cried, stumbling as I grabbed Oliver by

roars cut through the screeching below and ripped the sky in

the clearing once more before we bolted. I saw it there, flames dancing across its outstretched wing–the

dragging him down the other side of the hill

find his breath in the thick, smoky air as we ran toward the

driver's seat, fumbling with the ignition before the truck struggled to start with a cracking rumble of protest. Smoke was choking the

the door just as the winged hybrid landed mere feet away from

as the hybrid situated itself right

the gas. The truck flew forward and slammed into the hybrid, sending it flying back. I threw the truck in reverse and sped backward, then drove the truck in a circle so we were facing Crimson Creek once again. In the rearview mirror, I saw nothing but flames as the fire crept up the valley, the fire spreading rapidly through the dry grass. Flames were lashing at the portal now, fueled by the

it.

lifted off the ground by several feet and slammed back to the earth. Oliver yelped in

but my voice was drowned out by his panicked

pinning the gas pedal to the floor with all my weight, the truck flying over the hills and landing so violently that