Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder

Chapter 17 : Was This a Mistake?

♦Lena*

Xander wasn't there when I woke the next morning. I was somewhat gratefol for it.

I wasn't sure how I felt as I rolled over in bed and looked at Xander's empty sleeping bag. I was sore, but that was a given. I'd known what to expect in that regard. While my very private parents had been more reserved and conseivative during my upbringing, not all of my family members had been. That, and living with roommates for three years, had given me a pretty clear expectation about how these things were supposed to go.

But I hadn’t been prepared for what I'd feel like emotionally.

I was embarrassed and slightly ashamed of my behavior.

And Xander's absence made me realize I may have made a mistake.

I didn't have much time to dwell on my feelings, however. A shadow passed in front of the bedroom window, and then someone knocked on the front door. I got up and pulled on my pajama pants, having only redressed enough to cover my breasts and other bits before falling asleep, and walked out into the snug living area.

"You missed breakfast, and someone made cinnamon rolls." Elaine grinned as she stepped inside and handed me a plate she'd covered in foil. I smiled, thanking her as she produced a fork from her pocket.

I sat down on the trunk to eat. while Elaine settled in the armchair. I was absolutely famished, and exceedingly gratefol she'd thought of me.

"Wliat're yoti up to today?" I asked, sighing as I took another bite. "These are really good!"

"Owen made them. He's not good for much outside of his baking skills." she teased, crossing her legs.

I hadn't had a single conversation with the man in question, but he seemed nice enough, and was just another one of the many seasonal workers who were present at Radcliffe estate.

"They kind of taste like... pumpkin?"

"Pumpkin icing," she nodded, shrugging her shoulders. "Speaking of pumpkins, that's what everyone is doing today. The fall harvest stalls next week, and the pumpkin patch is the most labor-intensive part of it. It's technically still the weekend, but we're getting a head start. You wanna join?"

I couldn't really refuse. Maxwell had put a pause on our field study, and it was likely Henry would drag me out of the herb garden if he caught me down there. I nodded and set the remains of the cinnamon roll on the counter before going to change out of my pajamas.

Ten minutes later. Elaine and I were walking through the grain field. The farm was truly expansive, and it took us a while on foot to reach the pumpkin patch. Several figures were milling about as we approached. They were cutting large, perfectly orange pumpkins from the vines and setting them in the back of a trailer, which hooked up to the back of Bethany's truck when it was foil.

“Where's Bethany?" one of the workers asked.

Elaine shrugged, waving her hand in dismissal.

"She went into the village on an errand. She took Xander with her." she shouted in reply as I followed her into the patch.

I was carrying my toolbox, which housed a variety of gardening tools I likely wouldn't need for this chore, but I felt better having them with me nonetheless. I planned on getting a soil sample, regardless of the rules.

"Xander went with her?" I asked, trying to keep my voice neutral. I must have failed, because Elaine gave me a fonny look as we decided on a section of ripe pumpkins and knelt in the soil to begin freeing them from the vines.

"In a hurry. He was early for breakfast. The coffee hadn't even been brewed when he came to the bunkhouse, and when Bethany mentioned she was going to the village he jumped up. knocked his chair right over. They were gone in a flash."

“Weird," I mumbled, my face prickling with heat. Had he been trying to avoid... me?

“What's up with you?" Elaine grunted as she cut into a thick pumpkin vine. She snapped it with her hands, then examined the pumpkin before looking up at me expectantly.

"Nothing, just tired-"

arrived. And... you have a glow to your cheeks. What'd you and Xander get up to after dinner last night? We saw

my arms. They were heavy, but I wanted to get

breath. I dumped my armfill into the trailer and wiped my

I'd find you out here,"

quite read his expression, but he was handsome when he smiled, at least.

have nothing else to do." I

as he looked

the village with

gaze back to me, looking me up and down before offering me his aim. “I think it's time I showed you the manor. It's a short walk from

been a question: it was

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was carved hi intricate designs and covered in thick, dark green vines that snaked up

tiled not to gape up at the impressive stained-glass windows as I followed Maxwell along the path through the beautiful, but

butler answered the door and ushered us inside, and I felt incredibly underdressed in my grimy work

the house, though, especially when Maxwell motioned for me to follow him into a sitting room situated off the foyer. The hearth was absolutely blazing as I sat opposite him in a high-backed aimchair, and I felt a little sweaty and claustrophobic as the heat began to penetrate my

relaxed, liis skin staying the same,

"A drink?" he asked.

yes." I murmured, tugging at my

front of me. and I drank it as quickly as was appropriate. The ice melted almost immediately, but it did

pungent, even though he was seated

Lena, whereabouts are you fr

taken aback at Iris lack of knowledge. Surely he received my student file before I arrived: that was the whole point. My file would have shown that my studies aligned with the needs of the farm, and had all of my

on the coffee table, eyeing me

had a strange, overwhelmingly charismatic aura about him. He was handsome, that was for sure. But there was something about his voice and the way

changed the subject, wondering what the hell was the matter with me. "Henry said your family has lived

correct hi that

tell me some interesting historical facts about the manor, and estate that it sat on. I listened as intently as possible, feeling more and more like I was going to die of heat stroke as a servant came in to put another log on the fire in ten minute intervals. It was not nearly cold enough outside to need such a fine, but

for nearly half an hour while I sat in a stupor of conflicting emotions and overwhelming heat. It wasn't until a different servant

a black, fragrant liquid into

recognized the

but found it impossible to move. Manners

could smell it. That smell was burned into my mind

Who was this man?

any news about the investigation?" I said hastily,

slowly, not meeting

bent to whisper into Maxwell's ear. He nodded, liis eyes flashing with frustration as he set liis teacup down and

have business to attend to," he said, and led me out of the sitting room. “I assume you know your way

was off. walking at a brisk pace with his back straight and shoulders rigid with tension. I walked into the foyer, watching as he disappeared around a comer and out of sight

frustration, maybe even anger, come from somewhere above my

the butler, appearing before me

breath. The butler was a kindly looking old man.

“I didn't know-"