Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder

Chapter 84: Do You Have Feelings For Me?

I kept holding my ankle, sucked in a sharp breath, and batted my eyelashes until I could force out a few tears.

"I didn't push her that hard! Luther, she's faking it, she set me up," Jennifer whined, pointing at me.

"But you did push her, didn't you?" Luther asked, crossing his arms and glaring at Jennifer.

"I... well... yeah, but not hard enough to hurt her," Jennifer said again.

I just held my ankle tightly and let out a low sigh. If I kept my silence, Jennifer would look more and more guilty. She'd even look a little wacky. I'd remain innocent.

"Luther, please, you have to believe me! I didn't mean to hurt her," Jennifer insisted, stomping her foot like a rebelling child.

"I don't have to believe you," Luther muttered. "Especially, when my eyes can tell me that you are lying."

"But I..."

"That's enough. I will deal with you later," Luther said. He took a knee beside me. "Ciana, are you okay?"

"I... my ankle is twisted pretty bad," I muttered, looking at him with wide, glassy eyes.

Behind him, Jennifer fumed, her hands balled into fists again. If Luther hadn't been there, she probably would have attacked me.

I ignored her. I needed to keep playing the role of the in- jured victim.

"Let me see," Luther muttered, taking my hands tenderly and pulling them from my ankle.

"I probably just need some rest. Is there somewhere I can lie down?" I asked, biting my lip innocently.

"Yes, of course."

I struggled to stand up, but gave a soft whimper of pain. Before I could try moving, Luther scooped me up in his arms, princess style. My legs bent over one of his strong arms and his other looped around my back. He cradled me against his chest.

"Luther, I'm sorry," Jennifer said, reaching for him as Luther walked by her.

"You've done enough. Don't worry, I'll follow up with you when I get Ciana settled," Luther snarled under his breath.

Jennifer looked like she was ready to cry. I sighed inward- ly. I believed she did really care for Luther.

After we left the banquet room, I sighed, "Luther, Jennifer isn't a bad person. She just cares about you a lot." Although I somewhat used Jennifer for my plan, I didn't want her to really get punished because of me.

"You're still speaking for her after what she's done to you?"

was somewhat an accident." I

of the banquet hall to a lounge and laid me down on a couch. He grabbed a pillow and gently lifted

look and stepped away for a mo- ment. He came back with a cold bottle of water

that?" he asked, handing me the

the cap and taking a quick sip.

sure I'll feel better in no time," I said, offering him a sweet

grinned back, his eyes lighting up. He pulled a chair up next to

doesn't seem to be swelling," he said. "That's good. Hopefully, it is a

I put ice on it, or maybe heat?" I asked, taking an-

eyes to me and chuckled. "Why don't you just rest it for now. If it starts

good," I

anything else I can get for you?"

might not agree with his

had been polite and decent to me.

Thank you and... I'm sorry."

he cocked his head at

I shouldn't have said that. Now, I was making

I, well, I'm sorry for causing trouble and ruining your party," I said, thinking quickly.

getting boring. It isn't as interesting as you," he said with a

down at his fin- gers curled around mine. I tried to pull

Jennifer can be... passionate at times. Don't worry, I'll make

I muttered, stopping myself before I

hard. Slowly, I lifted my eyes to his. His

I'm crazy for asking this but... Is it possi- ble that you have feelings for me?" he asked.

I

don't have to be enemies," I reminded him, smiling lightly to try and change the seriousness

you have real, romantic feelings for me?" he asked, tightening his fingers around my hand.

be harder for me to slip away. If I gave him the wrong idea, he might try to follow through on something

had to choose my words carefully so Luther didn't become suspicious but also

smiled, "Um... that's

me to continue. I shifted my eyes to the ceiling, coyly, like I was pretending to think about

gentler with me than

given him a chal- lenge. "Well,

knock on the door interrupted our banter and a maid came in. She looked

are guests at the party wondering where you are,"

on Luther

a wounded friend," Luther

until Luther did. I was sure Jennifer

you should get back to the party. I'm sure there are a lot of people you haven't talked to yet," I

I was for his assistance, my plan hinged on him being distracted at the party and