Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder

Chapter 42: I Killed Him

*Lena*

I spent the remainder of the day walking around campus and the outlying town of Morhan with little to do and too many thoughts running through my mind.

I was graduating, that was clear, and in less than a week I'd be on a flight to Avondale to reunite with my family. My phone call with Oliver had been brief. My aunt and uncle wanted nothing more than to talk to me, and we didn't have much privacy. But it was obvious he was starting to crumble under the weight of his situation.

We both knew fleeing the scene entirely wasn't the answer. We'd have to grit our teeth and get through Winter Solstice and the events surrounding the wedding of who he still believed was the love of his life and his brother.

And then there was that strange woman standing in as the dean and her questions about Xander. I couldn't have answered even if I tried. I barely knew him. I realized that more and more with each passing day.

I had no idea when he was coming to fetch me from my apartment and what we'd be doing or even talking about.

Reeling, that's what I was. I was reeling, and nothing was helping.

I stopped in front of a shop sometime in the late afternoon. The sun was starting to set, golden light flooding between the buildings and casting long shadows over the snow piles lining the sidewalks. I looked at the dress that was on display; long and modern, with an empire west and deep burgundy organza fabric trailing to the floor. It had a full shirt, an off-the-shoulder neckline, and long, loose sleeves that tapered at the wrists.

I could think of nothing else but the dress for a moment and sighed with relief as I pressed my hand to the frosted window. There was even a tiara to match, but the gems were likely fake. Thick, oval-shaped rubies were set in gold, and I imagined the tiara on my head, my hair woven through the star-shaped notches on the base of the crown.

I walked inside the shop, looking at nothing but the dress as a woman walked to my side.

"Try it on," she said. "I know that color will look perfect on you."

"I don't need to try it on." I replied, starry eyed as I ran my fingers over the fine fabric. Red. Blood red. Blood red at my cousin's wedding. Why the hell not?

The shop girl was surprised but didn't question me as I reached for my wallet and pulled out a handful of paper bills. Her eyes were wide as I paid in full, probably wondering how a college student dressed in a three-season old parka and faded flannel could afford such an expensive dress. A few minutes later the dress was packed into a box, and she slid it across the counter, arching her brow.

"Would you like this shipped anywhere? Or are you taking it home-"

"Shipped, please, if it can reach its destination in a week's time."

"That won't be a problem," she replied, but her pen paused as she took down the address I provided, then my name. She looked up at me, sudden understanding flickering across her delicate features. She curtsied low, bobbing her head.

"I didn't realize-"

"It's alright," I said lightly, giving her a soft, genuine smile as she straightened to her full height. She was a little pale. She nodded, looking as though she was about to burst into tears.

wasn't often that people ran into the

hadn't been seen in

***

I needed to make a simple pasta dinner and a bottle of wine. I was making my way back to my apartment when I noticed the shadowy figure standing beneath the

was Xander. I was

But it wasn't Xander.

stepped out of the light as I approached, and my throat tightened into a knot. Adrenaline rushed through me, and I

your little shopping spree?" he hissed, closing the distance

his head, I thought. I could push him into

grabbed the hood

off of me!" I screeched, but it was too

me into an alleyway, into the dark, where we couldn't be seen from the street. "We have somewhere

scream. I bucked against him until he loosened his hold on me, but I was

nothing but shards of glass and spilling wine onto the snow, illuminated by the street light. I looked at the wine stain as Slate dragged me further into the alleyway, panic tightening my chest and making it almost

tripped on something buried in the snow and I fell on top of him,

event he was nearby, hopefully closing in on my apartment. But there was no one around. It

me.

me? That he couldn't

over me as Slate pulled me to my feet, cursing under his breath

b***h! I'll drag you. I

energy rolling over my skin and settling in my fingertips. I knew what was happening and tried to fight it like usual, but only for a second. What if I just... gave in to it, this power, this energy I didn't know how to

like a child, his fingers digging into my

fluttered to the ground. I watched it, my head lolling on

heard Slate scream, his voice mingled with a buzzing sound

lying in the alley, alone. Fresh snow blanketed my body, and my cheeks were

and shoulders. It was full dark, and the groceries I had dropped where thickly covered with snow. I rose to my knees, flexing my hands and running a hand over

Slate, I thought, a feeling of dread washing over me. What had I done to

didn't deserve it, but still. I

empty, no sign of violence or struggle.

and walked through the alley toward the sidewalk. I was dizzy, and placed my hand against one wall of the alleyway for support as I trudged through the snow. So much

to move.

got to the sidewalk and collapsed onto my knees, panting with effort. There wasn't a sound around me; even the buzzing neon lights were shushed into silence as I looked around then crawled forward and brushed the

the groceries. The lights were off, its "Closed" sign illuminated. The store closed at midnight, and snow had already piled up in front of the entrance. I'd been