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.

"He didn't hurt

my gaze away from his eyes

really his

back up at him.

his hand on the

to be sure. That

my way to the greenhouses. He teaches right there." I pointed to the building

up the pathway toward the set of

often do you have to walk this way?"

days a week.

to your class," he said, but then paused, clearing his throat as he looked down at me once more, 'if that's alright

have to

up the pathway, where the roof of the somewhat worn-down stadium was visible above the trees in the distance. Morhan was known for its academics, not its

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

said, holding out his

pockets. He arched his brow, giving me a playful look as he narrowed

me?' He dropped his hand, possibly

with him? Except for me, of course. That they referred to him as the

had already told

giving him a tight- lipped smile. I started to walk away, feeling his gaze lingering on my

"I'm Lena," I said.

know," he said in a teasing voice, smiling at me. "So, are you going to let

I think

his hands on you, Lena," Xander said as 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 I was attracted to Xander at

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

I nodded my acceptance of his offer, "You can walk me to class on Wednesdays, Thursdays, and Fridays. I study with my friends at the cafe in the

"as long as

was popular. 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

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 motioned to

"Well, after you!"

of the greenhouse, testing soil and writing my findings on a clipboard. My professor was walking around, chatting with the handful of other senior

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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