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?"

an accident." I told the

lounge and laid me down on a couch.

me a soft look and stepped away for a mo- ment. He came back with a cold bottle of water and a blanket. Gently, he laid the blanket over me and pulled the

asked, handing me

cap and taking a quick

feel better in no time," I said,

his eyes lighting up. He pulled a chair up next to me and removed the blanket from my

said. "That's

heat?" I asked, taking an- other

it for now. If it starts to swell or get worse, I'll get you

that sounds good,"

you?" he asked

sorry for what I was about to do. I might not agree with his

Luther had been polite

I'm all set. Thank

he cocked his head at me. "What are you sorry

Now, I was

and ruining your party," I said, thinking quickly.

interesting as you," he said with a shrug. He cracked a quick smile and reached out, covering my hand with

a nice event," I said, looking down at his fin- gers curled around mine. I tried to pull my

I'll make sure she leaves you alone in the future," he assured with a nod.

I muttered, stopping myself

stared hard. Slowly, I lifted my eyes to his. His bright orbs were full of

me if I'm crazy for asking this but... Is it possi- ble that you have

I

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

and you know it. Do you have real, romantic feelings

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

romantic advance. I had to choose

smiled, "Um... that's a good question."

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

If you're gentler with me than

given him a chal- lenge.

a maid came in. She looked at her feet while she approached.

where you are," she said, keeping her eyes down. Her cheeks

poor girl wasn't a very good liar. I recognized her as one of Jennifer's maids. She'd probably sent her here to check on Luther and me

wait. I'm helping a wounded friend," Luther argued, waving to dismiss the maid.

I was sure Jennifer assumed we wouldn't do any- thing

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

his assistance, my plan hinged on him being