Sold as the Alpha King's Breeder
Chapter 1050 - 113 : Split

Chapter 1050: Chapter 113 : Split

*Sasha*

All around us, cloaks were thrown off to reveal the Royal Guard warriors. Even King Xander and Queen Lena were there.

“Morianne, you are under arrest for multiple crimes–” King Xander began.

Morianne was unaffected. She simply screamed at her followers and pointed at the lot of us.

More shifting happened as our enemies quickly launched themselves at us, tearing into the ranks of the Royal Guard while King Xander and Queen Lena also shifted.

I saw Lucas dart through the fray, leaping on the wolves who were dragging the other Sasha.

In a flurry of fur and blood, my snarling mate made short work of those guarding other Sasha. Through the mate bond, I could feel his determination as he dragged the other Sasha behind King Xander and Queen Lena.

He glanced at me sharply, and I went to join her there, protected by the king and queen, Rochel, Jennie, and the full force of the Royal Guard.

I shifted back to human form and knelt down to take the other Sasha’s hand. “Are you alright?” I asked.

“I’ve been... better,” the other Sasha admitted.

“And the baby?” I asked softly. “Did they do anything to the baby?”

She heaved a sob. “They were going t–”

King Xander growled and threw aside a Lycaon by the throat, snapping it like dry spaghetti.

The other Sasha closed her mouth and shook her head, her eyes wide.

The battle had come closer to us.

“Don’t worry,” I whispered. “King Xander and Queen Lena, and especially Lucas, aren’t going to let anything get to us.”

The other Sasha looked uncertain. She squeezed her eyes shut, her hands laced protectively over her belly.

I knew that if we all got through this time jumping mess in one piece, I would have to see if I could use my powers to contact this Sasha in the dream dancer state and tell her how much I appreciated what she’d done for our baby.

Lucas, King Xander, and Queen Lena had made an impenetrable wall between the other Sasha and me. Any Lycaons who made it past the Royal Guard–and that number was very few–found themselves quickly dispatched by those three.

They were losing a lot more Lycaons than we were Royal Guard warriors, and Morianne noticed with a flattening of her lips in disapproval.

“Enough!” the witch finally shrieked. “I will not be taken down by you powerless, insignificant ants!” She speared us all with a look, finally settling that look upon Queen Lena. “I think we all know what this will come down to. Make way, you fools. The Queen wants to take her shot at me. Well, have at it, bitch.”

In time, a corridor was made, a path between Queen Lena and Morianne. Lena padded through the blood and gore between them, finally facing Morianne in her human form.

“So, now we see if the White Queen is any match for this humble old witch,” Morianne cackled, leaning on her staff. She pointed it in Lena’s direction, and a blast of energy sprang from the small orb at its top.

I felt a tingle. It was MY energy, the energy stolen from this body, and the old bitch had stolen it and added it to her own.

Lena held up her hands, weaving her own magic, deflecting Morianne’s attack, and following up with one of her own.

Morianne swatted the volley aside as though it were a bothersome fly.

This was my first clue that the battle would be woefully uneven.

A pinch between Lena’s brows told me she knew this as well. Still, she did not lower her hands, did not surrender, even as the magical attacks drove her backward.

I knew something needed to be done. I shifted and used the distraction of all the others to bound around the side of the room, stalking along the wall. Then I crept into the shadows behind the altar, while Morianne continued to drive Queen Lena back.

The thrum of magic in the air still spoke to something in my blood, making me tremble with both excitement and fear. If I got this wrong, I was a dead woman.

I was just about to pad forward and take my shot when I felt a tug on the mind link. Lucas was trying to pull me back, anger and panic crackling along the mate bond.

‘I’m sorry,’ I said to him over our mind link. ‘I have to do this or we’re never getting our baby back.’

Lucas’s fear spiked as I lunged out from behind the altar and tackled Morianne to the ground. Before she could react, I had her staff in my jaws, torn right from her hands.

I smashed the staff on the ground and it broke in half.

Morianne shrieked in dismay.

Magic exploded out of the staff, creating a hole in time and space that sucked me right in. I feared it might gobble the whole church, maybe this whole reality, but it seemed satisfied with me. The bright light of the vortex closed behind me and I felt myself falling... falling... through a darkness of a billion stars.

I landed in a meadow of soft grass, flowers popping up all around me, bees happily humming along, flitting from flower to flower.

The sun beamed down on my face, warm but not too hot. There was a breeze that tickled everything, moving lazy clouds across the sky and gently rocking nearby trees.

A waterfall trickled merrily into a small pond behind me, and, in a stir of butterflies, I started to walk toward it.

“Welcome,” I heard someone say to my left.

I whipped around and saw an old man. “You... how... where...?”

The wizened old man in comfortable khakis shrugged. “You are now in the realm of the White Queens.”

“The realm of the White Queens? Oh Goddess, am I dead?!” I gasped.

“No,” he said. “You’re simply on another plane, one you can access because you broke the staff and that other Sasha’s powers flowed into you. I’m sure you can feel them now, though they are dark and corrupted by Morianne for the purpose of bringing back the first Dark Lord.”

I rolled my shoulders and flexed my fingers, realizing I did feel a bit more whole, and yet at the same time a bit more ill than usual. “So it seems....”

The old man kept walking, and I realized he was heading for the waterfall and pond. I kept in step with him.

“Why does she want to bring back the first Dark Lord?” I asked, confused.

“The Lycaon Church has been losing power ever since the defeat of King Sebastian. The Dark Lord’s bloodline has weakened over the generations by mating with people from the Light Realm. Bringing back the Dark Lord would restore what they see as balance to the Dark Realm ,bringing power to those who should have it,” the old man explained.

“How do you know all this?” I responded. “Who are you?”

“I am the Night God,” the he said. “I created the Moon Goddess. Since then, I have watched everything unfold.”

“Watched?” I echoed. “You mean you haven’t done anything... like, you know, help?”

“Help who? And why? Who is right and who is wrong? No, child, it is not my place to interfere or intervene. These are your realms. It is your job to take care of them,” the Night God replied.

“Not your–look, you must be able to tell the good guys from the bad guys, right? You’re a god, for Goddess’s sake!” I shouted.

The Night God was unmoved. “If I were Lycaon, I would think the good guys and the bad guys were very different than who you do. This is not my place, nor my job.”

I balked. “You... but... it’s–You’re being unreasonable!”

He eyed me askance. “According to whom?”

“According to me!” I snapped, hands on my hips. “People are suffering!”

“Then go and fix it,” the Night God said with a shrug.

“Me?” I gaped.

“Yes, you. You have the power to do so. So go fix it.” The Night God sounded like a tired teacher trying to explain something obvious to a thick student.

“I have the... look, I just want to live an ordinary life with my mate and my baby. That’s it. That’s all I want–finish school, get married, have my baby, enjoy life on my own terms, live happily ever after,” I said.

The Night God actually laughed–laughed–at me. “It’s far too late for you to have a normal life. You have more powers than the Dark Lord and the Moon Goddess combined–dark power. At the very least, you’ll be quite dangerous in the mortal realm. Don’t you see? With those powers, you are a goddess now.”

‘Goddess? Me?’ I thought. I felt sick to my stomach.

“Yes, you,” the Night God said, answering my thought as though I’d said it aloud. “At the very least, you’ll be quite a dangerous force of nature. You’ll have to learn to control those powers of yours, or you’ll be more of a hazard than those orbs you keep chasing.”

Orbs–I scowled. I wished I’d never found that orb in the first place. “I just want to go back to how it was before I ever found the orb.”

“That’s simply not possible, Sasha,” the Night God informed me.

I felt the power surge angrily within me, and I hated it. I hated those powers. I hadn’t known before that having this much power was worse than having none at all, but it was. It was worse.

“Can’t I just go back to my body and my life?” I asked. “I mean, these goddess powers are really meant for the other Sasha, aren’t they?”

The Night God gave that some thought. “I suppose you do have a point.”

Finally, a ray of hope. “It’s not right for me to have these powers. The other Sasha deserves to get them back.”

“It... is possible to switch back,” the Night God murmured. “But are you sure that’s what you want?”

“Yes, absolutely... one hundred percent,” I said emphatically.

The Night God sighed. “Well, you’d better make contact with the other Sasha to let her know what’s about to happen. Springing this kind of power on someone will be quite dangerous under the best of circumstances.”

I realized he was right. I couldn’t just ‘spring’ these powers on her. Who knew what would happen to the universe? Hell, I’d destroyed The Immortal with these powers and thrown things into chaos more than once with the orbs.

“I’ll contact her,” I responded softly. “Then you can tell me how we switch.”

The Night God nodded. “I’ll give you some time.” He went to sit next to the waterfall.

I closed my eyes and unfurled my consciousness, reaching out to the other Sasha, trying to reach her.

For hours, I touched nothing but the abyss. I was just starting to give up hope of being able to master my powers well enough to get through when I suddenly felt the essence of another me.

I followed that thread, hoping beyond hope that I’d found who I was looking for.