Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder

Chapter 38 :1 Made a Huge Mistake

♦Lena*

Crimson Creek faded from view, its lights just a shimmer on the far horizon as the train rumbled forward through the slow rolling hills. The train car was dark: the few passengers sharing our journey were settling in their seats, closing their eyes.

Seven hours until we reached Morhan.

I glanced at Xander, who was sitting opposite me. He had a magazine in his hands and was staring blankly at it. His eyes flicked up to meet mine, and I quickly looked away, a feeling of absolute dread washing over me.

We'd ended things. Mutually. Even if we hadn't actually said the words that whatever we had been was done. I didn't know why he'd chosen to sit so close to me when there were rows and rows of empty seats.

The constant vibration of the train began to lull me into a stupor, my eyelids growing heavy with sleep. I looked over at Xander one last time before closing my eyes.

Let bygones be bygones, I thought with distress.

It was over.

It was time to go home.

I'd built this place. Every pebble along the edge of the clear pond, every drop of water cascading from the gentle waterfall lapping down the dark chunks of granite leading to the forest above. This glen was mine, every inch of it. I'd made the emerald grass so soft it felt like cashmere against my bare toes, and the glistening dew that dusted the grass wasn’t wet, or cold.

Ivy climbed up the trucks of the weeping willows that encircled my haven. Thickets of honeysuckle grew along the side of a workshop, its walls painted blue and dappled with stars.

I hadn't been here in years. I'd locked this place away in my mind, keeping it safe.

Time hadn't touched my glen, my secret garden. Pockets of sunlight drifted through the willows and dusted the grass as I walked forward, breathing deeply the heavy scent of hyacinth and hydrangea.

The door to the workshop was well-oiled and didn't make a sound as I opened it. Shelves full of paint lined one wall, and a large built-in hutch was on the far side, filled to the brim with paper, canvas, pencils, and pens. I breathed in the scent of ink. my body letting go of the tension I'd been carrying.

A short while later. I was sitting at the edge of the pond with my sketchbook propped on my knees. I was sketching the small golden fish that lived in the pond, their scales reflecting like jewels in the crisp, clear water.

I decided at that moment that I had no reason to leave this place. I had everything I needed. The weather was always warm. It never rained. I had an abundance of flowers and plants to look at and study.

No one could find me here. It was only for me. Just me. No one was here to tell me what to do, how to think, who to be.

I placed my hand on the grass, gripping the emerald tufts between my fingers. Purple clover began to sprout around my touch, blossoming right before my eyes. I smiled, flipped the page of my sketchbook, and began to draw the purple blooms.

But my pencil didn't make a single mark. I lifted the leaden tip and turned it, eyeing the pointed edge with interest. I tried again, but the pencil disintegrated against my touch, turning to dust.

“What-"

water. I looked up where the stut was filtering througli the canopy as tiny specks of light came cascading down over me and

said a voice. There was no direction to the voice, it was just there,

or wanting, however. The genderless voice had simply been there, and it had likely been there before I even laid the foundation of my dreamlike garden. I assumed it was just my subconscious manifesting itself. The voice knew all of my secrets and desires. It was like an imaginary friend, in a way, and had

your time in the

say I'm enjoying it," I said with a smirk, watching the white specks

do them

you miss me. voice? I haven't been here for a

know not

"Alt, yes. I forgot."

rose from the water, drifting througli the air like dust in a ray of sun coming througli the glass pane of a window. I watched them for a moment, letting my sketchbook fall from my lap as I hugged

soon, I believe," I whispered, tilting my head toward the

before." the voice said, then chuckled softly, the sound earned away by

narrowing my

"How did you know?"

you. He's trying to

light of the train car. Xander was shaking me by

around. The

he backed away, reaching up to pull our bags from the overhead

shoulder, rising from my seat, but then looked down. I froze for

carpet,

by the elbow, but I shoved past him and hurried

when I stepped onto the snow-covered platform. Xander was right behind me. grasping me by

hell

what

thought you were dead," he said, leaning close to hiss in

out. "Bye, Xander." I sidestepped around him and tiudged through the thickly falling snow,

But I could feel his gaze on me as I

me, not since all of my equipment was now considered evidence pertaining to the estate. I adjusted the weight of my

rounded the comer and saw the building where our apartment was situated, the lights from the bodega on the first floor flooding into the street.

be home in two

"Lena." Xander said.

twenty yards away, his hands tucked

left of my heart. He shifted his weight, tilting his head a little as he looked over at

his voice

the verge of tears again. Twenty yards, that was it. I could run to him. throw my amis

I got to know you," he