Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder

Chapter 11 : A Cold Wind

*Sasha*

Lucas asked me to meet him at the library site, and, as I stood over the dark hole that had derailed both our career plans, I still couldn't figure out why I'd agreed.

The fall air had become crisp, and I hugged my sweater more tightly around me as a cold wind cut through my clothes.

If I didn't know better, I could have sworn the breeze came from the temple below.

Where in the Moon Goddess's name was he? I had an uneasy feeling about this temple and its excavation. As excited as I had been to come and work on the library project before, now I felt I couldn't leave the site fast enough.

“Lucas?" I asked when I felt a presence behind me. I whirled around, but no one was there.

I shivered. I shouldn't have come early. The foreman and the workers were gone, to be replaced by archeologists and, no doubt, a representative or two–or seven–of the Lycaon Church.

A creeping sensation crawled up my spine, and I turned back to the hole. I could have sworn I heard a dark cackle.

“Sasha, you shouldn't stand that close," Lucas said, his hand shooting out to grip my arm.

I jumped. I hadn't even heard his approach. “I—“

I looked back around and realized I'd somehow gotten myself right to the edge of the hole, my toes almost hanging over.

“Sweet mercies of the White Queen!" I gasped, grasping Lucas's shirt as he pulled me away.

“You almost gave me a heart attack," Lucas admonished me, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me against his chest. “It looked like you were about to jump."

Jump? I felt sick to my stomach.

“I don't… I don't remember getting that close," I murmured into his shoulder.

“Yeah, well, don't do it again." Lucas huddled me away a few meters, then deliberately took my shoulders in his hands and forced some distance between us.

I frowned. Here was that hot and cold Lucas again. “You asked me here because…?" I prompted, wrapping my arms around myself now that I no longer had Lucas's warmth.

“There are some things that need to be wrapped up before we can completely abandon the construction project," Lucas said, his voice brusque and businesslike. He held out a list that had the royal seal broken on it.

I took it and looked it over. “Short list," I observed.

“You have somewhere else to be?" Lucas asked, raising an eyebrow.

I rolled my shoulders back. “I might."

“Where? With Donovan?" Lucas asked.

Did I detect jealousy? “He's just a friend," I said, exasperated.

“He wants to be more," Lucas rumbled.

“Lucas, he can want all he wants. That's not going to change things between us," I replied. I folded my arms. “Why does it matter to you, anyway?"

“You know why it matters," Lucas murmured.

I turned my face away, about to push my hair behind my ear, when he did it for me. “I really don't get you, Lucas Black."

Lucas gave a long-suffering sigh. “That's the problem."

“What, that you're making it impossible to understand you?" I grumbled, turning back to him.

“No. That you don't have to get me," Lucas said.

my hands. “Ugh, you make no

“I know."

completely unfair! I've had thermoses that run less hot and cold!" I ranted, frustrated past caring what came

“I know."

Moon Goddess's name is

raked a hand through the soft waves on top of his head. “You

wanted back at the bar, but

the Royal Engineers. That means I can't…

whole bunch of us? Should I be starting a Lucas-is-a-dickhead support group?!"

“You know it's

that way? I'm not 'interns.' I'm Sasha." I knew I looked wounded when I

me against him again, letting his warmth and the tantalizing citrus-rosewood scent of him to seep into me. “I'm sorry, princess. I know it doesn't make any sense to you. But

can't be seen with me? Are you afraid that people might get the wrong idea? Or are you afraid they might get the

reached for

Royal Engineers… blah blah… Reputation… blah blah. Your career comes first. Message received loud

he was at a loss for words. But he didn't deny my assessment. Why would he risk his career for someone like me?

my eyes fixed on

hand toward me but then dropped it again. He closed his eyes, took a deep

sound, and I looked behind me. I was at the edge of the

“What the…?" I gasped.

pulling me a few paces back, only to give me a shake. “I get you're pissed off at me, but you can't

didn't mean...." I

You'll be reassigned soon enough," Lucas snarled.

“I wasn't—“

turned me roughly in the direction of the road back to

tell him something was wrong, something dark and evil. I wanted to tell him I

I fled down the road,

Damn Lucas Black anyhow.

one started tearing. I

not caring how many pages ripped, and kept running, my chest tight with exertion and claustrophobia,

rubber band. I leaned over and

“Sasha?" a voice asked.

head came up, and I locked eyes with Doc, who put up his hands in a sign

Let's go to the bakery," Doc said

my watch. It was another two hours until

my hand in his wrinkled one and tugged me

looked like, but Jay's eyes widened as soon as he saw us, and he hurriedly set up a

I have to keep an eye out for customers," Jay said, pressing a steaming cup

He'd brewed tea? When?

at the tea, then at my watch. Half an hour had

against my forehead and took my pulse. “Your heart's fluttering

if one was supposed to apologize for their own pulse. “I-I had

each other. I glanced at my watch again. Another seven minutes

your mate,

“Mate?" I echoed.

one who was attacked by the rogue," Jay continued, his tone

isn't my mate,"

minutes–at least time seemed to

snorted. “Could have fooled

yet," I babbled. “I will be soon. Even if Lucas was my mate, I bet he'd reject me. He

said. “But that's beside the point.

sent me away,"