Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder

Chapter 500

Chapter 2: Is the King of Campus Defending Me?

*Lena*

Slate was sputtering, spitting on the ground, and acting overall exceedingly dramatic as he gripped his throat. His hands had caused more redness than Xander's had, I noticed, as I watched Slate act as though Xander had come close to killing him instead of physically forcing him to let me go.

Xander continued to stand behind me, watching Slate with interest. He glanced down at me, giving me a tight, crooked smile before turning his attention back to Slate.

"You done? Or do you need a few more minutes to collect yourself?" Xander asked.

Slate glared at us both, his eyes narrowing into slits as he finally straightened up. 'Who the hell do you think you are? I'm a professor-'

"A professor who just had his hands on a female student," Xander retorted, shrugging his shoulders. "And you said she's your girlfriend, right? I expect the administration would look down on that, if they were to find out."

Slate balked, then licked his lips, turning his gaze to me.

"Don’t look at her," Xander said sharply, causing Slate to avert his gaze from me and turn his attention to Xander once more.

Slate eyed the duffle bag Xander had slung over his left shoulder, which had "Morhan Varsity Wrestling' embroidered in large, bold letters on the side. Xander had at least six inches on Slate, towering over him even to cast a shadow over the entirety of Slate's body. I fought against the smirk twitching in the corner of my mouth as the blood drained from Slate's face.

Not that I'd needed Xander's help. I would've figured out how to get away-eventually.

"You'll regret this,* Slate said weakly, glancing at me so quickly I almost missed it. 'My uncle is the dean-"

"Ah, playing that card, are we?” Xander drawled, adjusting his weight. He yawned, actually yawned, as Slate's cheeks began to burn a deep crimson. ”1 think you'd better go."

"Let's go, Lena-* Slate began.

"No. You go, alone. And if I catch you anywhere near her again, you'll be the one with regrets."

I stole a look at Xander. His gaze was fixed on Slate with such intensity it made me want to cower by association. I hadn't ever seen him so close up before.

I already knew, based on my few sightings of him around campus, that he was tall. But I hadn't noticed how dark his hair was, ink-black and swept back away from his face, curling softly around his ears. I hadn’t noticed his eyes, which were a rich, coffee-like color flaked with amber. He was beautiful, even dressed in gray sweatpants and a black windbreaker.

I hadn’t noticed that Slate had walked away until Xander slowly turned his gaze to me, meeting my eye. Time stood still.

asked. "He didn't

his eyes and watched Slate’s figure disappear

his girlfriend, are

shook my head, glancing back

rested his hand on

think so, but I wanted to be sure. That guy is a creep.

me when I’m on my way to the greenhouses. He teaches right there." I pointed to the building Slate had

building, then turning to look up the pathway toward the set of long greenhouses at the top

you have to

three days a week.

to your class," he said, but then paused, clearing his

don't have

stadium every day around this time." He tilted his head up the pathway, where the roof of the somewhat worn-down stadium was visible above the trees in the

that he was a transfer student from the University of Mirage, which was, in fact, known for its athletics. He was studying something

said, holding

my hands in my pockets. He arched his brow, giving me a playful look as he

me?' He dropped his hand, possibly disappointed I hadn't

That every girl on campus was obsessed with him? Except for me, of course.

had already told

smile. I started to walk away, feeling his gaze lingering on my

"I'm Lena," I said.

you going to let me be your bodyguard? Or

know. I think he’s

direction. The way he’d said my voice sent a shockwave through my body. I blinked, swallowing back the heat that was rippling

windbreaker. I couldn't think about that. It was stupid. I was

on Wednesdays, Thursdays, and Fridays. I study with my friends at the

fine," he smiled, "as long as you’re comfortable being

He knew, and liked, the fact that people fawned over him. I could see it in his eyes, some unspoken challenge. He could have any girl on campus if he wanted to. He wouldn't even have to ask.

keep Slate away from me," I said, my voice a little harsher than I meant it to be. My tone didn't seem to change anything for Xander, however. He adjusted

"Well, after you!"

the long, plastic tables in the center of the greenhouse, testing soil and writing my findings on a clipboard. My professor was walking around,

least for me. Then, by the grace of the Goddess, I would be packing my bags for the

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