Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder

Chapter 14: Now, or Never

♦Lena*

Xander came through the doorway and turned to close and lock the door. He stood there for a moment, his hand lingering on the lock as he took a deep breath.

"I think we're safe-" I began, but he shook his head, glancing at me over his shoulder before turning to face me fully.

"What’s your plan with the man from the bar?" he asked hotly, and I straightened my back a little.

"Ben offered to show me around the village the next time the workers from the estate go to town, that’s all.*

"Is that all?" he asked, taking a single step in my direction.

"Y-yes, Xander. He was just being kind."

I felt a little heated. Xander knew I didn't date. He knew I was focused on my studies to the fullest extent. Ben had offered me something that I wanted, that was all. I wanted to see the village and the people who lived there. I wanted to ask him questions only a local could answer. It wasn't like Ben had asked me on a date.

But Xander had proved to be possessive and territorial already. And, of course, we'd kissed. That definitely added a layer of complications to our situation.

"You need to watch your back, Lena. I can’t always be around to keep an eye on you," he said, his voice catching in his throat. He was giving me an odd look, something I couldn’t quite decipher. I knew Ben had made him jealous, or at least territorial. I hoped it was the latter.

"I don’t need you to watch out for me, Xander. I don’t expect that from you. I... this is for school, okay? I’m not here to do... anything else. I think it’s best we... just focus on our studies, and be friends-"

"I can't be your friend," he said, his eyes flashing with frustration. It was dark in the cottage, save for the woodstove that was burning down to embers. I swallowed, adrenaline rushing over my skin as he took another step toward me.

I knew what would happen if I kissed him again. I wanted to, somewhere deep within me, but I also knew once I went there, there was no going back. Xander got whatever he wanted, whoever he wanted, based on his reputation at school. He'd already been seeing Jen. That should have been enough for him.

"You have Jen-"

"I don’t care about Jen," he said with annoyance, now standing so close to me I could reach out and touch him with my fingertips. I’d been taking a step away from him every time he took a step forward, and now I was standing in the doorway of the bedroom. The air was electric, the tension so thick I could cut it with a knife.

I knew we were both stressed out from the shock of the last week. I knew we were both tired. I realized, as Xander took another step in my direction, effectively closing the distance between US, that I didn't have much fight left in me.

I'd been fighting against myself, my feelings, and my desires for my entire life.

So, when he leaned in, his lips hovering above mine, I surrendered to what I truly wanted but didn't have the strength to admit.

I reached up and ran my fingers through his hair, a single curl coiling around my finger as I looked up into his dark eyes. I hadn't noticed the deep cinnamon of his irises, or the soft gold flakes around the outer rim. He brushed his lips against mine as softly as possible, his hand rising to cup my cheek.

Now, or never.

Every stressor and thought in my mind evaporated in a single second as he brought both his hands to my face, holding me in place as he deepened the kiss. A wave of longing, hot and desperate, washed over me as he backed me into the bedroom, his lips not leaving mine for even an instant. I

to shield my body from his gaze. No man had ever seen me without a shirt on before. He kissed me on the forearm as he pulled me into his, his hand releasing my bra’s clasp so quickly I hadn't even felt it happen

voice a hoarse growl as he ran his fingertips over the skin of my belly. I swallowed

fine," I said, but my voice

touched my chin, lifting my face so I had no choice but to look into his eyes. "You do something to me that I've never felt before," he whispered as he leaned in to kiss me again. "What is this, Lena? Tell me

upper arms, my hands running over his exaggerated muscles beneath his long-sleeve shirt. I couldn't answer him, I had no words lingering on the tip of my tongue. I felt nothing but him, this moment, and the unrelenting urge

the touch, almost feverish. I placed my hand over his

other side of his chest, he hissed, wincing in pain as I came

"What happened?"

nibble my earlobe. It sent a surge of desire through me, and

away and took off his shirt,

covered his left pectoral muscle, just above his nipple. The bruise around

his eyes for a moment while I hastily pulled my sweater

said it's nothing," he groaned, but then winced again as he reached up to touch the bandage. He looked pale all of the sudden, his eyes glossing over as the pain of his touch

"Xander, it looks terrible!"

then stopped, pitching forward into my arms. I screamed as he

"XANDER!"

the face several times but he was knocked out cold. I heard the front door

"Something's wrong with him-'

as Xander. I looked over Xander's shoulder, noticing

pulling Xander off me as though he weighed nothing. My eyes didn't leave Henry and Xander as

throat as I covered my mouth with

the medkit. The one in my cottage," Henry said softly. Bethany disappeared through the doorway, the front door slammed shut behind her. "Go boil some hot water, and get me a few towels, now." He glanced up at me from where I was kneeling on the bed. I nodded, moving quickly toward the woodstove and grabbing the kettle and taking it into the bathroom to fill it,

others get back from the village?" I heard Henry say as Bethany reentered

"Not until Sunday-"

this stays between

a minute," I cut in, scrambling off my knees and

princess?" Henry snapped, glowering up at me. He was on his knees next to Xander, rifling through the large metal medkit Bethany had fetched. I was shocked at the contents. It

I hissed, my anxiety heightening as I watched him open a muslin bag full of a blackened, dried herb I couldn't identify based on

don’t know what he needs. Get out! Don’t come back until you have the boiling water for

help him!" I pleaded, swallowing against the lump in my

narrowing his eyes. "I

on, Lena. It's going

three of US. He tried to sit up, his face contorted in pain as Henry held him

he cried, then

out Jen's

drawers in the kitchenette that housed the oven mitts and also

releasing Xander's shoulders. He was grinding the pungent herbs into a fine powder, holding his breath while he did so. I wanted to ask what it was, but no words