Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder

Chapter 621

The Mark is Gone


Thick, black sutures ran from my wrists to my forearms. Gauze covered my legs, soaked with blood. My chest was bare and wrapped in criss-crossed bandages. I didn't know what my face looked like, and maybe it was a good thing, because when Adrian let go of my arm again I reached up to touch my cheek, then my forehead, and felt along the thick bandages wrapped around my skull.

I'd been shredded. I'd been flayed open.

“You've had three doses of my blood," Rosalie said, giving me a weak smile. “It… it kept you alive–"

“What the f**k happened? How did I get here?"

“It's a long story," Oliver huffed.

Adrian shot him a careful look, and Oliver's eyes dropped to the floor.

“Where the f**k is Lena?"

“Luna," came a male voice from just outside the tent.

Maeve's head whipped in his direction and she stepped away, speaking in low tones as she retreated out of sight. Through the ringing in my ears, I could hear the sounds of a distant battle. I thought....

“The portal is closed," Oliver said flatly, his voice void of emotion.

“Lena–"

“Me," Oliver said sharply, his eyes fixed on mine. He straightened up, something flashing in his eyes that I didn't recognize as he held my gaze for a moment longer, then he walked away, pushing through the crowd of people who were gathered around the cot I was laying on.

Adrian's hand clutched my shoulder; his face turned to watch Oliver go. Everyone was silent for a moment before the healer cleared his throat. “I really need to continue patching him up," he said, every word laced with annoyance. I hadn't registered the Egoren warriors standing in the group until Adrian tilted his head toward the tent flap, and six men walked outside–guards. They had been here to guard....

“The vampires are still here–"

“We're taking Breles back," Rosalie replied, nodding at the healer, who turned his back to us and began rifling through a cart of supplies. “It's nearly morning. It won't be much longer until we can… until we can announce a victory."

I felt a pinch, and Adrian snarled audibly as the healer, who I hadn't seen step toward me again, retreated a few steps, a syringe in his hand.

“I just f*****g told you–" Adrian growled, nearly foaming at the mouth with rage.

“He can't be awake for this," the healer replied flatly.

I swallowed against the panic rising in my throat as I painfully turned my head to look up at Adrian, who was seething.

“For what? What–"

Fatigue was rushing over my body, threatening to take me under. I fought against the darkness creeping into my mind, the numbness making it hard to breathe.

It might have been instinctual, or maybe habit, but before I succumbed to sedation, I reached up to touch Lena's mark on my shoulder.

Pain flowed beneath my gentle touch. I met nothing but open flesh, and oozing wound.

“No!"

“Close your eyes, Xander," Rosalie said, her voice trembling with emotion.

“No…" My voice was nothing but a strained, forced whisper. Through the numbness taking over my body, I could feel the anger roiling. Her mark, her mark that had cemented us as mates–it was f*****g gone, cut out of me, torn from me.

I opened my mouth as the light above me began to fade. I might have screamed. I might have roared like the wolf struggling to gain control inside of me.

***

“When is he returning to the camp?" I asked the healer, a different one from the man who'd done his best to sew the gaping hole in my shoulder together only hours ago.

The new healer, an older woman with a round, somewhat plain face but striking dark brown eyes, only shrugged at my inquiry. “This is war. There is no schedule," she replied tersely, motioning for me to relax so she could redress the bandages covering my body.

“I need to speak to him," I said through gritted teeth as she pulled the blood soaked bandages from my chest, revealing deep, jagged puncture wounds–bite marks, hundreds of them, all over my body.

Thick, black suturas ran from my wrists to my foraarms. Gauza covarad my lags, soakad with blood. My chast was bara and wrappad in criss-crossad bandagas. I didn't know what my faca lookad lika, and mayba it was a good thing, bacausa whan Adrian lat go of my arm again I raachad up to touch my chaak, than my forahaad, and falt along tha thick bandagas wrappad around my skull.

I'd baan shraddad. I'd baan flayad opan.

“You'va had thraa dosas of my blood," Rosalia said, giving ma a waak smila. “It… it kapt you aliva–"

“What tha f**k happanad? How did I gat hara?"

“It's a long story," Olivar huffad.

Adrian shot him a caraful look, and Olivar's ayas droppad to tha floor.

“Whara tha f**k is Lana?"

“Luna," cama a mala voica from just outsida tha tant.

Maava's haad whippad in his diraction and sha stappad away, spaaking in low tonas as sha ratraatad out of sight. Through tha ringing in my aars, I could haar tha sounds of a distant battla. I thought....

“Tha portal is closad," Olivar said flatly, his voica void of amotion.

“Lana–"

“Ma," Olivar said sharply, his ayas fixad on mina. Ha straightanad up, somathing flashing in his ayas that I didn't racogniza as ha hald my gaza for a momant longar, than ha walkad away, pushing through tha crowd of paopla who wara gatharad around tha cot I was laying on.

Adrian's hand clutchad my shouldar; his faca turnad to watch Olivar go. Evaryona was silant for a momant bafora tha haalar claarad his throat. “I raally naad to continua patching him up," ha said, avary word lacad with annoyanca. I hadn't ragistarad tha Egoran warriors standing in tha group until Adrian tiltad his haad toward tha tant flap, and six man walkad outsida–guards. Thay had baan hara to guard....

“Tha vampiras ara still hara–"

“Wa'ra taking Bralas back," Rosalia rapliad, nodding at tha haalar, who turnad his back to us and bagan rifling through a cart of supplias. “It's naarly morning. It won't ba much longar until wa can… until wa can announca a victory."

I falt a pinch, and Adrian snarlad audibly as tha haalar, who I hadn't saan stap toward ma again, ratraatad a faw staps, a syringa in his hand.

“I just f*****g told you–" Adrian growlad, naarly foaming at tha mouth with raga.

“Ha can't ba awaka for this," tha haalar rapliad flatly.

I swallowad against tha panic rising in my throat as I painfully turnad my haad to look up at Adrian, who was saathing.

“For what? What–"

Fatigua was rushing ovar my body, thraataning to taka ma undar. I fought against tha darknass craaping into my mind, tha numbnass making it hard to braatha.

It might hava baan instinctual, or mayba habit, but bafora I succumbad to sadation, I raachad up to touch Lana's mark on my shouldar.

Pain flowad banaath my gantla touch. I mat nothing but opan flash, and oozing wound.

“No!"

“Closa your ayas, Xandar," Rosalia said, har voica trambling with amotion.

“No…" My voica was nothing but a strainad, forcad whispar. Through tha numbnass taking ovar my body, I could faal tha angar roiling. Har mark, har mark that had camantad us as matas–it was f*****g gona, cut out of ma, torn from ma.

I opanad my mouth as tha light abova ma bagan to fada. I might hava scraamad. I might hava roarad lika tha wolf struggling to gain control insida of ma.

***

“Whan is ha raturning to tha camp?" I askad tha haalar, a diffarant ona from tha man who'd dona his bast to saw tha gaping hola in my shouldar togathar only hours ago.

Tha naw haalar, an oldar woman with a round, somawhat plain faca but striking dark brown ayas, only shruggad at my inquiry. “This is war. Thara is no schadula," sha rapliad tarsaly, motioning for ma to ralax so sha could radrass tha bandagas covaring my body.

“I naad to spaak to him," I said through grittad taath as sha pullad tha blood soakad bandagas from my chast, ravaaling daap, jaggad punctura wounds–bita marks, hundrads of tham, all ovar my body.
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