Sold AS The alpha King's Breeder

Sold As The Alpha King’s Breeder Chapter 500

Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder Chapter 500

Chapter 2: Is the King of Campus Defending Me?

*Lena*

Slate was sputtering, spitting on the ground, and acting overall exceedingly dramatic as he gripped his throat. His hands had caused more redness than Xander’s had, I noticed, as I watched Slate act as though Xander had come close to killing him instead of physically forcing him to let me go.

Xander continued to stand behind me, watching Slate with interest. He glanced down at me, giving me a tight, crooked smile before turning his attention back to Slate.

“You done? Or do you need a few more minutes to collect yourself?” Xander asked.

Slate glared at us both, his eyes narrowing into slits as he finally straightened up. ‘Who the hell do you think you are? I’m a professor-‘

“A professor who just had his hands on a female student,” Xander retorted, shrugging his shoulders. “And you said she’s your girlfriend, right? I expect the administration would look down on that, if they were to find out.”

Slate balked, then licked his lips, turning his gaze to me.

“Don’t look at her,” Xander said sharply, causing Slate to avert his gaze from me and turn his attention to Xander once more.

Slate eyed the duffle bag Xander had slung over his left shoulder, which had “Morhan Varsity Wrestling’ embroidered in large, bold letters on the side. Xander had at least six inches on Slate, towering over him even to cast a shadow over the entirety of Slate’s body. I fought against the smirk twitching in the corner of my mouth as the blood drained from Slate’s face.

Not that I’d needed Xander’s help. I would’ve figured out how to get away-eventually.

“You’ll regret this,* Slate said weakly, glancing at me so quickly I almost missed it. ‘My uncle is the dean-”

“Ah, playing that card, are we?” Xander drawled, adjusting his weight. He yawned, actually yawned, as Slate’s cheeks began to burn a deep crimson. ”1 think you’d better go.”

“Let’s go, Lena-* Slate began.

“No. You go, alone. And if I catch you anywhere near her again, you’ll be the one with regrets.”

I stole a look at Xander. His gaze was fixed on Slate with such intensity it made me want to cower by association. I hadn’t ever seen him so close up before.

I already knew, based on my few sightings of him around campus, that he was tall. But I hadn’t noticed how dark his hair was, ink-black and swept back away from his face, curling softly around his ears. I hadn’t noticed his eyes, which were a rich, coffee-like color flaked with amber. He was beautiful, even dressed in gray sweatpants and a black windbreaker.

hadn’t noticed that Slate had walked away until Xander slowly turned

okay?” he asked. “He didn’t

away from his eyes and

really his

head, glancing back up at

chuckled, exhaling as he rested his hand on the

think so, but I wanted to be sure. That guy is a creep. Does he bother you

to the greenhouses. He teaches right there.” I pointed to the building Slate had

up the pathway toward the set

to

days a

your class,” he said, but then paused, clearing his throat as he looked

don’t have

actually. I have practice at the stadium every day around this time.” He tilted his head up the pathway, where the roof of the somewhat worn-down stadium was

the University of Mirage, which was, in fact, known for its athletics. He was studying something related to Heather’s chosen field, I knew that much. But he was truly a mystery in every other respect. There really weren’t guys like him at Morhan. He stuck

Xander, by the way,” he said, holding out

my pockets. He arched his brow, giving me a

He dropped his hand, possibly disappointed I hadn’t

campus was obsessed with him? Except for me, of course. That they

told me he

get to class. I like to be early,’ I said in a rushed murmur, giving him a tight- lipped smile. I started to walk away, feeling his gaze lingering on my back as I took a few paces forward before

“I’m Lena,” I said.

a teasing voice, smiling at me. “So, are you going to let me be your bodyguard?

don’t know. I think he’s

in my direction. The way he’d said my voice sent a shockwave through my body. I blinked, swallowing back the heat that was rippling over my arms and

wondered, briefly, what he looked like underneath his windbreaker. I couldn’t think about that. It

of his offer, “You can walk me to class on Wednesdays, Thursdays, and Fridays.

be fine,” he smiled, “as long as you’re comfortable being seen

it was. He knew he was popular. He knew, and liked, the fact that people fawned over him. I could see it in his eyes, some unspoken challenge. He could

voice a little harsher than I meant it to be. My tone didn’t seem to change anything for Xander, however. He adjusted the duffle bag and motioned to

“Well, after you!”

and writing my findings on a clipboard. My professor was walking around, chatting with the handful

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