Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder

Chapter 30: He Found Her

*Lena*

"How long-"

"Four days," Xander said as he sat on the edge of the bed, his arms crossed over his chest. He looked absolutely frazzled. His hair, which he normally wore brushed back and neat, was sticking up at odd angles, and his eyes were rimmed by dark circles from lack of sleep.

I'd woken up from my nightmare only to find that what had felt like only moments had been several long, fever-fueled days. I swear I had just closed my eyes to Xander's voice only an hour ago. The expression on his face told me everything I needed to know, however. He looked too surprised to see me lucid, and even more shocked to hear my voice.

He didn't look relieved. He looked nervous, and skeptical, his eyes creasing every time I took a ragged breath. My lungs felt like they were on fire. My mouth was dry, and my lips blistered and cracked. I couldn't remember the last time I'd been sick with even a head cold. Whatever this was, well, it had almost killed me.

"It's been a week, Lena," he breathed, running his hand over his face. "We killed that hybrid-Jen. She's dead."

"Oh-"

"And the Alpha of Breles has been notified. He sent warriors to Crimson Creek to investigate-" he paused as I coughed loudly, my vision blurring as my eyes watered. "Goddess, Lena, this conversation needs to wait-"

"No," I protested. "I need to know what happened."

Xander looked at the door to the bedroom, looking impatient.

"The Alpha of Crimson Creek is nowhere to be found. Radcliffe estate has been cleared out pending an investigation into the disappearances of Elaine and Henry, and Gretta's murder-"

"Cleared out? You mean no one is there?"

"Bethany is there now. But she sent everyone else away. Radcliffe... Maxwell, he's missing as well."

"I don't understand-"

"They fled. Morhan University is playing dumb, trying to say they never sent us to Crimson Creek for a field study and that we went on our own accord. There's a formal investigation happening at the University now. You were right, Lena. Morhan was trying to hide something. The dean resigned yesterday-"

"Does this mean we're not getting credit for our field study?"

Xander glared at me as he chewed his lower lip. He rolled his eyes, exhaling through his nose as he shook his head. "Is that really all you care about?"

"I cheated death," I said dryly, the corners of my mouth twitching into a smile. "The least they could do is let me graduate next month."

I promise

already feeling heavy, and I hadn't been awake for

holding a tray with a mug of fragrant broth and a pitcher of water. She looked me up and down,

time." Xander said quietly as Alma set the tray on the bed, her eyes boring into

I asked

opened my mouth to ask what Xander mea: She lifted

said it ripped into my heart. He looked like he hadn't

"Xander, I'm sorry-"

was stern as she turned her gaze on Xander. "Lena

like he'd rather do anything than leave my side. Alma was standing her ground, however, and the look she

at me before he

rest as well," Alma said softly as she lifted the mug to my lips again. I swallowed painfully, but the warmth of the broth was already calming the irritation in

asked, wondering if what I'd said had

it was nearly empty. "You're going to be hungry, but you're not ready to eat solid food yet. Just broth for now. I'll bring tea later,

began to unbutton my shirt, and I felt a jolt of shock wash over my body. I tried to reach out to grab her wrist to stop her, but only one of my fingers twitched in

up my shirt and looked down at my belly, her face void of expression. I'd hadn't even seen

my shirt again. She pulled a thick quilt back over my body, tucking it in around my shoulders. "A few days more of rest. I'll bring you something

cried, my voice

brow arching in question as she looked over my

I saw

so sharp

the dream was now blurry and fragmented. "He said... he called me his queen. That

one single step toward the door. I was barely able

well in the pit of my

before her voice even registered

a little black spider build its web between the rafters. I

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*Xander*

of the East supposed to get here?" Gideon asked as he rapped his knuckles against the windowsill in the living room, his voice low enough that only I had

The last correspondence I had was yesterday. He's meeting with the King of the West before he travels south to Breles,

the rain that was pounding the area. "What

Not the whole truth. The hybrid has been disposed of, and the prominent Alphas of the West will be more concerned with the abandonment of the