Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder

Chapter 503

Chapter 5: My Study Partner

*Lena*

Abigail was running her fingers through my hair, her fingers twisting my pale golden locks into a tight braid.

"I’m going to miss doing this for you," she whispered, her voice catching in her throat as she tied the end of the braid with a ribbon.

"I won't be gone forever. Just six weeks, maybe less," I replied, turning to face her. I wrapped her in an embrace, taking a deep breath as we sat on a bench on the train platform in Morhan. We'd spent the last three days packing up my meager belongings into a trunk and saying our goodbyes, which had included one last night out along the strip of bars that lined the street below our apartment.

Heather and Viviene were back at home, studying for their finals this upcoming week and preparing for their field studies. Abigail should have been studying too, but she’d insisted on walking me to the train station.

"I'm going to Mirage for my study," she breathed, leaning against the bench with her feet propped up on the trunk. I smiled at her, arching my brow. She met my eye and smirked, rolling her eyes. "The florist who makes the arrangements for the castle asked for a student from Morhan, and I applied."

"I’m not surprised you got it," I grinned, nudging her with my elbow.

Abigail, always oozing with confidence, was mum about her studies. She came from a family of flower farmers in southern Findali, and grew up poor, but she hadn't let that stop her. She was incredibly gifted and could name a type of flower just by touching the petals, or by smell, even if she had her eyes closed. Her flower arrangements that often littered our apartment had always been insanely extravagant.

But being a florist was something most students at Morhan thumbed their noses at, often putting more stock into being a biologist or climate scientist. I often thought that chipped away at Abigail, especially with Heather, Viv, and I being her roommates.

But Abigail's creations added beauty to our mundane, textbook-filled world.

"Maybe you'll make arrangements for the Luna Queen to fawn over while she sips her afternoon tea," I teased, nudging her again.

Abigail smiled, shaking her head. "I am excited about it, you know, despite how I act.

Maybe I'll catch a glimpse of one of the princes of Poldesse. I heard they come to Mirage quite often."

I shrugged, leaning back against the bench and looking out over the train tracks.

"Or, maybe I'll see the princess. I don't think I've ever even seen a picture of her."

"Me neither," I said, twirling my braid around my finger. "I've heard she's quite reclusive."

I promise." Abigail patted me on the leg just as the

standing up and slinging a duffle bag over my shoulder. "Maybe I'll find

that, Lena," Abigail warned, motioning for the station attendant to help us with the trunk. "And

as the train rolled to a stop in front of us. "I don't know who, but I'll have a partner to work with during

I found my seat on the train, watching as her bright, red hair

out of sleep. It was a six- hour journey to Crimson Creek; one of the

three days. I'd taken my final, barely paying attention as my pencil worked across my last true assignment of my college career. I’d said my goodbyes to friends, and my beloved roommates. I'd packed up

seen even a glimpse

past. Whatever happened in Crimson Creek, well,

balmy Sunday afternoon, and a small market was visible in the distance as I stood on the train platform. The town was quaint, with little more than two or three rows of stone buildings before the buildings began to scatter into the rolling, grayish hills beyond, which were dappled with

a forest several miles away, however, the black, gnarled trees were just specks

sound of an engine approaching and turned my head, seeing

the train tracks and turning its lights

"I'm Bethany, one of the farmhands at the Radcliffe farm. This all you got?" she said, motioning toward the trunk and duffle bag sitting on

and walk it across the platform and down

to. They showed up at the farm last night. We didn't even have a room set up yet. I felt

as we lifted the trunk into the bed of the truck. Bethany shrugged, clapping her hands together as

scientist. Brought a bunch of gear with him and started bossing all of us around, wanting a

passenger's seat with my duffle

in gear, cursing under her breath as the truck protested before

thing's older than my grandfather,' she laughed, patting the steering wheel.

"Sure," I said, smiling.

smelled like soil, and green things, which sent a thrill through me. She likely knew her stuff, based on her dirt-stained fingers that were gripping the steering

if you miss it, too bad. We have a valerian quota to meet by the end of the week, but it's been

asked, glancing over at

curly hair that was piled messily on top of her head. She was also very petite, though likely an inch taller than me, but

harvest this year. This is only my second season on the farm, but compared to last year, it’s a near failure. Nothin's growing like it should. We had to burn half

narrowing my eyes

disease of the roots, we're guessin'. Your research partner was going to test the soil today,

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