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.

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

him 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

he ran his fingertips over the skin of my belly. I swallowed

fine," I said, but

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 you

shirt. I couldn't answer him, I

hot to the touch, almost feverish. I placed my hand over his chest, over his heart, feeling the

when I brought my hand up to the other side of his chest, he

"What happened?"

growled, bending his head to nibble my earlobe. It sent a surge of desire through me, and I momentarily

he pulled away and took off his shirt, I was stunned, and alarmed, at what

covered his left pectoral muscle, just above his nipple. The bruise around the bandage was a deep, gruesome

away from him, sidestepping around him to turn on the light. We were suddenly bathed in yellow light, and he squinted, covering his eyes for a moment while I hastily pulled my sweater over my head. I gasped, bringing my hands to

looked pale all of the sudden, his eyes glossing over as the pain of his touch

"Xander, it looks terrible!"

bloodied bandage away, but then stopped, pitching forward into my arms. I screamed as he fainted, his body knocking me over and pinning me to the

"XANDER!"

out cold. I heard the front door open, and Henry called out,

"Something's wrong with him-'

just as pale as Xander. I looked over Xander's shoulder, noticing for the first time the deep purple bruising the crept around

pulling Xander off me as though he weighed nothing. My eyes didn't leave Henry and Xander as Henry lowered him into the floor. He peeled back

as I covered my

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, while also grabbing the towels. My mind was moving a million miles an hour as I set the kettle on the woodstove, cursing under

the village?" I heard Henry say as

"Not until Sunday-"

stays

minute," I cut in, scrambling off my knees and running into

snapped, glowering up at me. He was on his knees next to Xander, rifling through the large metal medkit Bethany had

I watched him open a muslin bag full of a blackened, dried herb I

back until you have the boiling water for his

can help him!" I pleaded, swallowing against the

narrowing his eyes.

Lena. It's going

of US. He tried to sit up, his face contorted in

he cried, then relaxed,

is crying out Jen's name.

her gaze on me as I turned and opened one of the drawers in the kitchenette that housed the oven mitts and also grabbed a large, metal bowl. I poured the boiling water into the bowl, then carried it

shoulders. He was grinding the pungent herbs into a fine powder, holding his breath while he did so. I wanted to ask what it