Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder

Chapter 35 : She Doesn’t Know What She Can Do

♦Lena*

I tinned the envelope over in my hands as I sat on the edge of my bed in our hotel room. I hadn't opened it. not yet. I already knew what was inside. I had something nearly identical back in my apartment near campus, but it didn't matter. Inside the envelope was a reminder that my days of pin e freedom were limited. George had asked what I was doing in Crimson Creek over the mind-link, but I hadn't given him the answer he wanted. I'd only begged him to leave it alone, to say nothing. He'd likely planned a trip north to Red Lakes to deliver- the envelope to me before he went back east. What would he say when he returned home? And to who?

•'Back to reality." I murmured, slipping the envelope into my backpack just as Xander opened the door to our room, without knocking of course. I'd avoided him all evening. He'd gone downstairs for dinner, and hadn't mentioned me joining him. Whatever spat we'd had back at the estate wasn't over, but neither of us were willing to be the bigger person and apologize.

There was a lot Xander wasn't telling me. but there was also a lot I wasn't telling him. That made us even, right?

Xander met my eye. giving me a cold, dark stare as he dropped a to-go box on the dresser. I chewed the inside of my lip as I watched him walk across the room and sit on the other bed. We stared at each other for a moment, each of us throwing daggers with our eyes. It was incredibly immature, I can admit that, but I wasn't in the mood to play games. Not tonight.

"Eat something." he said curtly, motioning with Iris hands toward the to-go box. I swung my legs into bed and covered myself with the quilt in response, turning my back to him. I heard him growl, low in his throat, but I ignored him.

It wasn't even nine o'clock. Xander rar ely slept, and I found it unlikely he was going to bed so early. I knew he was still staring at me. He was likely going over- everything he wanted to fight with me about in liis mind, just like I was doing. But in the end. I heard Iris bed creak as he rose and walked back across the room, slamming the door shut behind him as he left.

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♦Xander*

She didn't need to know. She really didn't. I didn't have a reason to feel guilty about leaving out some small, but very important, details about what exactly had been going on in Crimson Creek.

But I did feel guilty. I felt guilty for snapping at her. I felt even worse now that she was giving me the cold shoulder.

Nothing good would come from telling her what I'd learned about this place and its people. Lena was somewhat submissive and reserved, yeah. But she was stubborn, compulsive, and indignant as well. She'd take what I knew and turn it into a crusade, and I wasn't going to let her risk her life again.

Thankfully, with George now having come and gone, it felt like this chapter was finally closing for good, at least I hoped.

I had nothing else to do but leave our hotel room and go for a walk. I couldn't just sit in there with her while she pouted. She was looking for a fight just as much as I was. but not for the same reasons.

She was angry with me. I was only angry with myself.

Goddess. I'd almost done it. I'd almost put my mark on her. I should have, looking back on it. but something inside of me hesitated, the only part of me that had a slu ed of will power against the rest of my mind during our throws of passion.

Everything going forward would have been easier had I done it. We would've been linked, tethered together, and she would have had no choice but to come with me, to my home, to my lands.

I felt much more for her than I'd anticipated. Marking her wasn't enough. Being her

exact day she'd turn twenty-one and come into her powers, and that was if she was like the rest of us. I'd heard rumors about her before even knowing of

thought I knew what I was getting myself into. But

terrible feverish night in Gideon's

would have done anything to take her place. When I said it. I meant it. I hadn't ever been more sure of anything in

couldn't find the nerve to

to get the truck back from us, but I hadn't heard from her all day. I had something I wanted to ask her before we left for Morhan. At

imagined a frosted pint of a rich, golden ale. when someone gr abbed me from behind, nearly knocking me to the ground as they tried to drag me into the alley. I swung blindly, my fist meeting with my assailant's

letting go of my arm

went red. I shor ed him deeper into the alleyway. pinning him against a wall. “What the f*ck are you doing

just been to Gideon's," he said, a little breathless, "and he told me

you better Peking explain where

with emotion. “I've been looking for her.

wall and then flexing the

My mother was." he said hurriedly, exhaling deeply

hybrid?" I made a move to pin him against the wall again, but he

man. Okay?

a step away from him. leaning my weight against the opposite wall in the alley. He clenched and unclenched

were born this way. and those like Jen. who were... turned. I can't shift, not like you can. I don't have the same abilities

running my tongue along my lower lip. "Who

everyone in Crimson

"Bethany?"

don't know how to explain

a problem

from Breles who was standing on the sidewalk, his amis crossed over his chest as he peered at us with a look of disdain

him, taking a step

the road. We stepped

likely bored out of his damn mind and looking for any

stole his wallet." I lied, trying my best to

Everyone has to be off the street by eleven." the

we have an

up and down before walking away, and I let out the