Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder

Chapter 631

Chapter 131 : The Ambassador

*Lena*

Xander planted a rough, hungry kiss on my lips and any shyness or apprehension vanished in an instant.

“I missed you," he said into my neck as I continued to clutch him against me, my fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt.

“How long have you been in Mirage?" I asked when I finally pulled away to look up at him. He was clean-shaven and dressed in casual trousers and a button-down shirt, with a white undershirt beneath. He looked more like a random resident of Mirage than an Alpha King, but I was more than okay with that. I reached up involuntarily and ran my fingers through his black curls, which were brushed back away from his face. He'd gotten a haircut since the last time I saw him. He looked.... Well, he looked so much healthier, and happier, since we'd parted ways after the war.

“Only a few hours," he replied, leaning down to press a kiss to my forehead. “I'm on my way to meet with someone, actually–"

“Meet with someone?" I laughed, pushing away from him. “Was that someone not me?"

“Well, I had to meet with them first, and they're on my way to the castle," he smiled with a shrug. “I didn't expect to run into you, but I'm glad I did. I think you should go with me."

He took my hand and began to lead me away, drinking deeply from the lemonade I'd bought for Mom.

“Who is it?" I asked.

“The ambassador for the vampires who are settling in the east," he replied. I halted, an uneasy feeling settling in my stomach.

“What?"

He turned to face me again, and I could tell by the look in his eyes that he totally understood my hesitation.

“There are a lot of them," he began, “and some, especially the families with children, have expressed the desire to spread out. There were four kingdoms of lower vampires, and they don't all get along, as well as those who had been enslaved by the king for… centuries. There's just not enough room in Crimson Creek for all of them, and your dad is planning on relocating some of the families to Mirage."

“My dad? You saw him?"

“I did," he said, blowing out his breath. “He doesn't like me very much, but I told him I'd check in on the ambassador. The vampires will start arriving at the end of the summer, from what I've been told. Winter Forest has also offered to accept at least three dozen families…"

hadn't I known this was happening? Mom knew, surely. She had to have

lower vampires were a totally different type of people compared to the Death Walkers who had battled against the allied forces for weeks. They were… good, at least the ones I'd met and grown

at me as we walked through Old

window frames and baskets of flowers hanging near the doorframe. A bistro table and chairs sat outside, basking in the shade that was filtering through the

thick curtains were drawn behind the windows, to keep

Xander knocked on the door. It opened a crack, and whoever was behind

open, and I closed it immediately, raising my eyebrows at the tall vampire male who stood in the

nodded at me, a ghost of a

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corner. They were sitting in the snug kitchen at a breakfast table, and every once in a while I heard the sound of

as he made little suckling motions with

smiled weakly, meeting my eyes. “My mom says he looks just like

errands. I could see the sadness behind Carly's eyes when she

what happened, right?" she

into a

also a Morhan student," she began, a soft sigh leaving her lips. “So I assume you know why I was in Crimson Creek in

could read the

and a man approached us, telling us about a party at one of the estates. They wanted to go, and I was

“Why?"

I arrived. I felt like I was being watched. We were testing the soil in the village one day and had traveled out past the village to

I said, and her eyes shot

it in the texts available in the library. But I found

“but it was

at the

right? That's why I began to ask questions. Our soil samples and the samples of blood root we'd sent back to Morhan

our apartment and gathered my books in my backpack to go study in the foyer of the hotel, which felt like a safer place than where we were staying. But when I stepped out onto the street I felt this… pull. I can't explain it. I remember turning to hills and hearing… voices. It sounded like my parents, and then like my boyfriend back at Morhan, like they

in her eyes as she sucked in her breath. I could sense Lincoln staring at us, and I turned my head to look through the doorway to the sitting room and across the hall into the kitchen. Lincoln's face was grave, but

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