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.

okay?" he asked. "He didn't hurt you, did

gaze away from his eyes and watched Slate’s figure disappear down the pathway toward the

not really his

head, glancing back up at

his hand on the duffle bag he was

so, but I wanted to be sure. That guy is a creep. Does he bother you

to the greenhouses. He

scanning the building, then turning to look up the pathway

have to walk this

three days a week. Wednesday through

then paused, clearing his throat as he looked down at me once more, 'if that's

don't have to do

stadium every day around this time." He tilted his head up the pathway, where the roof of the somewhat

Mirage, which was, in fact, known for its athletics. He was studying something related to Heather's chosen field, I knew that much.

Xander, by the way," he said, holding out his hand for me

my pockets. He arched his brow, giving me

me?' He dropped his hand,

was I supposed to say? That every girl on campus was obsessed with him? Except for me, of course. That they referred to him

told me he was asking about

said in a rushed murmur, giving him a tight- lipped smile. I started to walk away, feeling his gaze lingering

"I'm Lena," I said.

in a teasing voice, smiling at me. "So, are you going

I think

he took a few steps in my direction. The way he’d said my voice sent a shockwave through my body. I blinked, swallowing back the heat that was rippling over my arms and chest. I'd never really been attracted to anyone the way

windbreaker. I couldn't think about that. It was stupid. I was almost ready to graduate and wasn't here to meet

me to class on Wednesdays,

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

see it in his eyes, some unspoken challenge. He could have any girl on campus if he wanted to. He

voice a little harsher than I meant it to be. My tone didn't seem to change anything for Xander, however. He adjusted the duffle bag and

"Well, after you!"

testing soil and writing my findings on a clipboard. My professor was walking around, chatting with the handful of other senior botany students, her hands tucked behind her back as

greenhouses. Next week was finals, at least for me. Then, by the grace of the Goddess, I would be packing my bags for the research camp in

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