Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder

Chapter 36: Secrets

*Lena*

The next day passed without much to talk about. I lounged in bed, feeling sorry for myself. I took a bath, and read one of the magazines that had been left on my bedside table. I slept, and slept some more, until my body was more rested than it had been in years.

Bethany provided some respite from my boredom by coming into the village to have dinner with Xander and me at the hotel.

It was the first time I'd been out of our room all day. Xander had been out most of the night, creeping into our room sometime in the early morning and leaving again before I had even risen from bed around 9:00. We hadn't spoken since our fight at the estate, and the distance was beginning to wear on me.

“What'll you do when you graduate?" Bethany asked over the rim of her glass of red wine.

"I haven't given it much thought," Xander replied, cutting another piece of prime rib and forking it into his mouth. "Travel, maybe."

"What about you, Lena?" she asked, giving Xander an incredulous look before turning her gaze to me.

"I hoped to work in a small town somewhere north, actually, hopefully in Findali. Valoria is very metropolitan."

"What about you, Beth?" Xander poured himself another glass of wine from the decanter, arching his brow at Bethany.

"I like my cottage," she said, but then looked a little morose. "I don't want Henry to come back to an empty..."

"We'll throw him a party," Xander grinned, his voice nothing but comforting. It loosened the grudge I was holding against him just a touch, especially as he met my eye.

"And he'll hate it," I teased, and the look of warmth flashing behind Xander's eyes made the knot in my stomach loosen a touch.

"He'd hide from us," Bethany added with a smirk. I hadn't seen her smile in a very long time.

"You have to be a certain type of person to hide your true identity," Xander began, taking what would be his third helping of prime rib from the platter in the center of the table. "It's a full-time job."

"Are you saying you're not who you say you are?" Bethany quipped.

Xander arched his brow at her in a teasing fashion. "You'd never know, because I'm very good at it. Tell me, what do you know about my childhood or pack? Nothing, because I deflect. I am a man of mystery."

I made a mental note that red wine made Xander talkative and playful, and it brought a ruddy color to his cheeks. I sipped from my own wine, but Xander had his eyes on mine again, peering at me with mirth dancing behind his nearly black irises.

"Lena thinks she's good at it," he added, narrowing his eyes at me.

I felt heat rush into my cheeks, and not from the wine. "I don't know what you're talking about—"

Xander shot me a look that sent a shiver down my spine, and I quickly drained my wine while Bethany cleared her throat and toyed with her napkin.

"I need to get going before it gets dark," she said, glancing between us and smiling softly to herself. She rose to take her leave, and I felt a blanket of tension flood our table.

Xander stood and followed her to the foyer, and I watched with interest as he leaned in to speak into her ear. I couldn't hear what they were saying, but Bethany gave him a shocked look as he placed a small piece of paper in the palm of her hand.

"What did you give her?" I asked as he sat back down.

his eyes at me, then grabbed the decanter and poured me a second glass of wine, purposefully filling it to the rim. I scowled at

tell me what was in the envelope the ambassador of the east

glass. "That's none of your business," I said roughly, the wine coating my mouth and

none of your businesss," he replied curtly, forking

right back. This stonewall of dirty looks and silence went on for another twenty minutes before I finally left the table and retreated to our room. We had one more day in

before Xander stepped into the room, roughly closing the door behind him. Fire was blazing behind his eyes as he looked at me, and I narrowed

I snapped, taking off my cardigan and tossing it on my

you?" he asked sharply, crossing the room and sitting on the edge of his bed

rooms?" I began, looking

gave me a wry, somewhat playful smile, which further infuriated

did you give

You have your secrets. Am I not entitled to mine?" He placed his shoes next to his bed, then leaned back, crossing his arms over his

"Secrets?"

"Don't play coy, Lena-"

hissed, taking a step in his direction and pointing an accusing finger at him. “I know nothing about you. I don't know where you're from. I know virtually nothing about what's been happening on the estate. You are the one keeping secrets, Xander. I don't

head to the side. He was trying to get a rise out of me. He was going to push every single one of my buttons until he got

my fingertips and wished I'd kept my cardigan on so I could stuff my hands in my pockets,

"Tell me-"

first. What did George give you before we left

think he'd give

"Did he?"

into a tight line. "I don't know,

forward, "that wasn't

"What did you give-"

find me again, if she wanted to leave Crimson

rushing to my cheeks as the tension left my

did you think it was, Lena, a love

"No-"

is

eyes, trying to get a handle on the emotions beginning to well and overwhelm

"Are you alright?"

of here. I need

he looked over at me. He tilted his head to the side, watching me closely. I lowered my gaze to the floor, knowing exactly what he saw,

"I can't-"

he lifted my face into the light. I felt the surge of power ebb away, and knew the strange highlight around my irises would

does this

that you're around," I said as I shoved against him. He took a step away from me, looking me up and down before retreating

exposed as I backed away and sat on my own bed,

else can you

I shook my head.

"Lena?"

I buried that part of myself a