Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder

Chapter 543

Chapter 45 : Only for Me to See

*Lena*

Adrian retreated from the area, glancing back only once as he slipped back through the door of the warehouse.

Xander didn't speak. He just looked at me, his hands tucked in the pockets of his j acket.

I waited for him to say something for a moment, to say anything, but he was silent.

I shook my head, looking down at my boots before straightening up and attempting to walk past him toward the door.

He caught me by the elbow, pulling me to a halt.

“What are you wearing?" he asked, his voice low with a hint of rage.

“A dress," I sneered, yanking my arm free.

He ran his tongue along the inside of his lower lip, looking me up and down. I wished the hunger in his eyes hadn't had the effect on me that it did. My stomach tightened with anticipation as his gaze slowly met mine again.

“What do you want, Xander?"

“I need to apologize-"

“Need, or want? Those are two different things—"

He closed the distance between us with a single step, leaning down to whisper in my ear. His breath was warm on my neck, bringing a fresh wave of fire across my skin.

“I'm sony I wasn't there for you when Slate assaulted you in that alley."

I closed my eyes, breathing in his scent. He was wearing cologne, something woodsy and warm. I lost myself in it for a moment before I broke away from him once more.

“I need to find Heather and Vivien," I said flatly, void of emotion.

“They left," he replied, and my shoulders fell.

“What?"

“Heather left with a man, someone I don't know. And Viv told me she'd seen you come out here. I promised her I'd walk you back to your apartment when you were ready to leave."

I sighed, gritting my teeth as I looked up into his eyes. “I don't need your- help getting home. It's not far."

"If Slate-"

“Slate's gone," I said, a little too loudly. I flushed as a group of partygoers standing on the edge of the dock looked in our direction.

Xander took a step closer to me, furrowing his brow. “What do you mean he's gone? I saw him yesterday."

“You did?" I felt my knees start to weaken as I thought back to tire night in the alley, about the blinding light, and waking up alone and covered in an inch of fresh snow.

exactly?" he whispered, his hand gliding down my

to steady myself on

Xander. I

“You used your powers."

at him, tears welling in my eyes despite my efforts to stop them. “I'm not who you think I am," I whispered as tire truth rose like bile in my

know," he replied, reaching up to brush a lock of hair from my face and tuck it

“You don't understand-"

hand from the railing, wrapping his hand around my chilled fingers. “You spent yourself using

me? Wiry did you go back

this in private," he said as a

back inside, and we were hit with a rush of warmth

to the bar and

are you doing? I drought we

I brought it to my lips. “This is your last college party though. Let's live it up, for a minute. It's still early." He downed the punch in a single gulp, and I couldn't fight the smile that spread across my

punch with a similar expression, and in a single flash of twinkling lights Xander

night. My jacket had been tossed somewhere along the sidewall long ago now, leaving my skin exposed for Xander to touch. His fingertips along my upper amis as we danced felt like little bursts

him, my chest pinned against his abs as

This moment was perfect. The music and the alcohol made every thought, every stress, and every anxiety I had flicker into embers to be replaced by a growing

only heightened when his hands traveled down my waist, his fingers toying with the break in

wearing

closing my eyes as his

sensual. His hands continued their exploration of my body. Abigail

this. We'd ended things. There was only one thing we needed to talk about now, and it had nothing to do with our

questions I had, everything I needed to know just... faded

of here," he whispered into my hair, turning me around to

with sweat around my temples. I didn't know my mouth was slightly ajar until he kissed me, his tongue sliding over my lips and then against my tongue. A fever shot through me, blinding me to everything, and everyone, in

“Where's your jacket?"

pulled me

a new one," he growled hungrily,

his need through the jeans he was wearing, and I subconsciously ground myself against him. He hitched his

going back to my

corrld say was,

***

he caught me, murmuring about having to cany me back to his apartment. His place was across town, from what he said, and when I argued that we could go to mine, he

of what we needed to talk about brought me back to reality. The cold was biting into my skin as we walked, even with his jacket

thing I wanted to do. I wanted to be alone with him. I wanted

and Xander stopped, pulling into a

I let him lead me into a booth near the window overlooking

thick and heavy. He ruffled his hair, sending little sprinkles of water

looking waitress set two

the booth, looking around at the patrons of the dinner. It was quiet here, nothing but the sound of the cook tapping his spatula against the griddle and the

“You're thin, Lena."

up my thigh. I was thankful for that, but felt guilt as I noticed his amis prickle with gooseflesh. He was wearing only a tee shirt and jeans. He

settling his gaze back on his menu. “Not while you're wearing

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