Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder

Chapter 43 : I’ll Ask Him Tomorrow

*Lena*

I hadn't seen or heard from Xander in a week.

I'd spent most of that time in bed. sweating beneath three thick quilts and even thicker flannel pajamas while Heather fussed over me, making sure I was taking the antibiotics the doctor had prescribed for what he said was a severe viral infection of some kind.

All of it felt odd. The days passed in a blur, day fading into night over, and over. I didn't seem to get better, however. My body was numb and frequently chilled despite how warm Heather tried to keep me.

The worst of it was having to come clean to both of my roommates about what had actually happened in Crimson Creek one feverish night when I'd spilled hot soup on my shirt, and Heather helped me remove it.

They saw the long, jagged scars across my belly, and had screamed, then were frantic and shocked beyond belief as I told them the incredible and unbelievable story.

I'm not sure if they believed it. They probably thought it was some tall tale my fevered mind had concocted.

But something changed the night before graduation.

Viv came into my room, balancing a large, hot mug of tea in her hands. Her face was drawn in a grimace, and in a split second, I knew why. I sat straight up.

“Where did you get that?" I cried, and Viv looked at me in shock. She set the mug of murky black liquid on the beside table that seperated my bed from Heather's bed.

“Xander dropped it off. He said you liked this tea and he could only get it in Crimson Creek."

I paled, looking down into the mug and watching the sheen that had developed on top of it. Blood root. I hadn't seen him because he went back to Crimson Creek.

“Is he here?" I asked, but Viv shook her head, looking a little sheepish.

“No. He left in a hurry. He told me how to brew it and I... do you really like it? The smell is just awful. I was going to try it but-" she held her stomach, looking a little green.

“How did he know I was sick?"

“Viv went to him the night Slate assaulted you," Heather said from the doorway, unwinding her scarf from around her neck and tossing it on her bed. I hied to swallow but found it impossible.

“I told him what we thought happened. And then when you got sick I... I know his roommate Adrian; we have classes together. I told him you were sick and then didn't see him again for several days."

I brought the tea to my lips and drank deeply, watching the disgusted looks on my roommates' faces as I tilted it back and drained it.

she took

as she

mean... everything you told us about

I said, laying back down on the pillow and rolling onto my

to Crimson Creek and back just to

I'd ever experienced. Heather was snoring in her bed, and pale moonlight was

I was healed, entirely.

tire moonlight as a

had sent me into a fever. Blood root had made me

What did this mean?

I could ask. And I'd see

At graduation.

***

from the shabby conference room in the library to the small auditorium used almost exclusively by the theater club. I'd never been inside, not in tire three years

and Viv mingled with a group of students in tire aisle near the row we'd chosen to sit in. I'd promised my parents that if they'd just let me get this small formality out of the way, I'd walk in the official graduation ceremony in May, wearing a cap and gown and letting the announcer call my full, formal name instead of the alias I'd been

for my friends to get over their shock, and likely anger, at the fact I'd hidden my true identity from them for so long. I hadn't told them, not yet.

chaotic now to say anything. No, not yet. Now was not tire

and I had our coffee with

walked arm in arm to campus, Viv chattering away about how excited she was to accept Abigail's diploma for her- since she was still overseas in the

tire auditorium and did a double take before quickly turning my head away from the entrance of the theater. Xander had just walked in, and I felt

and pretended to be reading the pamphlet in my lap, looking over the

didn't sit nearby. Not in front of me, at least. He wasn't in my line of sight when Heather and Viv finally sat down

her head. She looked

about who she was, and what she

by professors and senior faculty, Mara began to call the names of every graduate. Heather went up to the stage, met with applause. Viv accepted Abigail's diploma, which caused a

the stage, my feet feeling heavy. The lights were blinding enough that they cast a glare on the audience, and I could see nothing but

smiled, handing

gripped it, giving her a

No frills, no tossing of our caps. That would come in May, and I'd heard a rumor I was in the running for valedictorian of my graduating class as well. As I walked back to my seat, I began to wonder what people would think about tliat. Would they accept that I had earned my grades, or would they think my status as a royal

think about it as I sat back down, Heather and Viv squeezing my aims

was called, and I watched as he walked across the

way he narrowed his eyes at Mara, the way he leaned

despite the sharp look on Xander's face. What