Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder

Chapter 37 : This Isn’t the End

*Lena*

Another night with Xander. Another night tangled in the sheets of liis bed with my head resting on his chest. Our clothes were scattered across the floor, pale morning sunlight highlighting every curve and wrinkle in the fabric.

He was still asleep, his chest rising and falling as I snuggled in the crook of his ami.

We'd be boarding the train tonight to an uncertain future.

I'd been up for a while, waking as the sun began to rise and cast long pink rays of light through the frost-covered windows. My heart was heavy. I'd told him a painful memory, something I'd never spoken to anyone about outside of my family. I'd been vague, but I'd expected my willingness to show him a side of myself no one else knew would open him up to me.

But he'd deflected, again. He'd pushed me and pushed me until I broke and then retreated, covering up his unwillingness to be open about who he really was with kisses.

I realized then that any feelings of hope that Xander and I would be together, be a couple, be mates-it was ridiculous. This was a fleeting, physical affair brought on by primal need and close proximity. I knew better than this.

I'd never know if he was my mate. Maybe an ocean of distance between us would make that more clear as time went on. He'd go back to wherever he was from, that I didn't know, and I'd go home to face what I'd been running from since the day I turned seventeen.

‘’Do you want to go get breakfast? There's a bakeiy down the street." he said softly, his eyes still closed and his cheeks ruddy from the warmth of our closeness.

‘‘I didn't realize you were awake," I replied, trying to sit up, but his ami that was wrapped around my waist held me in place.

‘’I've been up for a while. I didn't want to..." he tapered off. yawning as he blinked a few times and turned to look down at me. I reached up and ran my fingertips along his cheek and jaw where the beginnings of a beard was visible.

‘•What are we doing, Xander?" I asked, unable to hide the hurt in my voice.

He was quiet for a moment, and I thought he'd never answer. "Do you even like me?"

"Of course I do," I said, but my voice hitched with emotion. Did he not realize that?

"What do you want, Lena, from me?"

Every girlish notion of romance rushed to the forefront of my mind. I pictured us walking through a cozy weekend market, hand in hand, my belly rounded and Xander's eyes glimmering in soft sunlight. I pictured a small house with stone walls and blue shutters, the windows open and cream-colored curtains drifting lazily in the wind while I pulled a roast from the oven. Xander laughing as he stood by the sink, drying dishes. Children with his same dark, wary hair laughed over plates of mashed potatoes and chicken, their faces and hands grubby as I poured them more milk.

But then I saw distant, snow-covered mountains. I saw an ice-covered inlet with a temple tucked upon its shore. I saw me. alone, standing along the rocky beach.

I wanted to cry My throat tightened so abruptly that I found it hard to swallow back my heartbreak.

"I don't know what my future holds-"

he interrupted, his fingertips tracing circles along the curve

different for

do you know it's not the

looked up at him. trying to decipher the unreadable emotion playing behind his eyes. His gaze was far away, lingering

don't know you. Xander. I wouldn't know

know how to explain this

"You have to try!"

face, seeing the lines of uncertainty

his

as fast as I could, my skin hit by a burst of cool air as our bodies

"Lena-"

"It's fine-"

talk about this,"

Xander.

floor. I ran the shower frill blast, waiting a moment for the water to warm before I slipped inside and let the sound of the

was no room for a man in my life. There was no room for a family. Not

him. And I would never say so. Not

small market, but the goods were limited with nothing I needed, or wanted. I browsed nonetheless, purchasing nothing more than a bag of whole bean

jolt through me. I'd forgotten about it, and found myself sitting in a small cafe staring blankly out the window, wondering how the hell I

truth soon enough. And she'd hate me. I should have told her before I left for Crimson Creek

around the hot apple cider I'd ordered, closing my eyes against the anxiety crippling my senses. Maybe, just maybe, there was a

reached to the seat next to me where I'd set my backpack down and ran my fingers over the pocket where

the cafe, her eyes settling

you today," she smiled,

round of cider for the table and a

rich, and fragrant, and I wondered if the apples used to make it had come from Ben's orchard. I felt a pang of regret at the thought of Ben. Where was he now? L ikely with Elaine

glancing out of the window as a couple passed by on the other side of the glass. "Even if they're dead... I just feel like I need to

did. I'd already resigned myself to the fact that I was being left out of the loop

they're dead, they had each other at least. They didn't die alone." Bethany swallowed, her eyes flicking over to mine. She looked rested, and had a

had been through hell and back like Xander and I, but we had the opportunity to leave it all behind. She didn't: at least, she wasn't ready to let it go

the second there's news of Elaine and Heiuy's whereabouts, okay? I promise-" I took her hand in mine across the table, squeezing it.

"I know you will. But... I'll come to you. I don't think you should come back here. Lena.

"We're not... together-"

"do you not remember what Elaine told you the night she read your palm? Are you sure he's not the great love she was talking

love line across my palm under the pale light of the moon. All

breathed, just as the waitress returned