Sold AS The alpha King's Breeder

Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder Chapter 505

Chapter 7 : Another Beautiful Man

♦Xander*

I’m not sure what I saw looking in our window. Every single hair on my arms was standing on end as I stood on the porch, squinting into the pitch-black night. A soft breeze was rustling the grain in the distance. It was overcast. The entire area was bathed in nothing but blackness.

I’d seen eyes. I knew that much. And they had been looking past me, trying to catch a glimpse of Lena.

I leaned on the railing, gripping it so tightly the muscles of my arms flexed with tension. I looked down the pathway toward the bunkhouse, narrowing my eyes at the single light that was on inside.

Had some creep snuck out of the bunkhouse and peered into our window, not expecting me to be awake?

I hardly ever slept. Not deeply, at least. I’d spent the last four hours listening to Lena’s labored breathing as she suffocated herself in her sleeping bag. I’d finally reached over and unzipped it, just enough for the skin of her neck to be exposed to the cool air in the room.

And when I’d turned back around, I’d seen it. Two eyes looking right at US through the window. Had they been glowing? Or was it only the fact I’d been on the edge of sleep that made them look that way?

I looked back over the open field once more, glaring into the night.

“She’s mine,” I whispered, hoping whatever or whoever it was that was lingering nearby was close enough to hear me.

I locked the door on my way in and opened every cabinet, looking for something to cover the window with. I found a hammer, but no nails or tacks. That didn’t matter to me. I searched around the room and settled on the wobbly side table next to the armchair and broke one of the legs off of it, pulling out two nails and closing them in my fist.

“What the hell are you doing?” Lena was standing in the doorway of the bedroom, now dressed in an oversized tee shirt. Her legs and feet were bare, which sent a thrill through me as I rose to my full height.

“I told you, you were going to get too hot.”

She ignored me, crossing her hands over her chest and stepping out of my way as I sidestepped around her to get back into the bedroom.

“Why did you break that table?”

“I needed nails.”

“For what? Why were you outside?”

“It’s the middle of the night, Lena. Stop asking me so many questions,” I murmured, holding the nails between my teeth as I measured the width of the window with my hands. I looked around the room, settling my gaze on the pillow I’d been using only minutes before. “Hand me that pillowcase.”

“Why?”

“We need a curtain. Just do it.”

She gave me a skeptical look, but to my surprise she followed my directions, sliding the pillowcase off the thin, useless pillow and handing it to me. I held it against the wall and drove one of the nails through it, and then again on the other side of the window, so the pillowcase covered the window entirely.

just asked for curtains in the

be best to

“Fine,” she whispered.

hear the exhaustion in her voice. I waited for her to climb back into her sleeping bag before I sat on the edge of my bed myself, sliding the hammer under the bed but still

she asked, her voice timid enough for me to turn to look down at her, noticing the apprehension in her eyes.

“Why? Are you scared?”

mess with

shoulder. She flinched away from me, glaring before she turned to face the wall

resting on my chest. I couldn’t find the

could nap, perhaps, knowing Lena would be in the company of others. Unless, of course, whoever had been peering in our window had been a

keep my eyes open. I finally surrendered to sleep, and the last thing I envisioned were Lena’s pale gray eyes narrowing in my

place. I didn’t like the feeling it gave me,

it or not… whether she liked

***

♦Lena*

breakfast in the bunkhouse, which

kitchen, dining room, and sitting area with several bookshelves stocked with books from nearly every genre available. I found that comforting as I sat

rim of my coffee mug. I

super weird. But I didn’ t know

was met with collaborated murmuring. An unfamiliar woman stepped forward, her soft brown hair pulled back into a tight ponytail as she began to gather the dishes. I rose,

rolled my eyes, setting my coffee cup down and turning toward the

we’re dealing with?” she said, holding the door open

a well-beaten path through the fields of grain, most of which had gone to seed. We were heading

wolfsbane, hummingbird sage, and thyme. I could see the patches of herbs as we crested a shallow hill, their perky green leaves

I asked as we walked down the

“We don’t know.”

it a plant?’ I asked. I couldn’t tell by how far we were from the spots that dappled the landscape outside of the property line. It could have been burn marks from lightning,

tell you more about it than I can,” she answered, shrugging her shoulders. “That’s

a walkie-talkie on her hip, and it crackled with static, someone’s voice coming through the speaker. She

US and began to walk back up the hill. I looked to the left, seeing the manor in the distance, but from a new angle. It was even bigger than I’d

me. I stopped walking, standing ten or so yards away from him. “The house, I mean. It’s falling to pieces like the rest of ’em.” Henry rose, wiping his

the inside of my

giving

my lips and walked forward, gingerly stepping between the herbs as I made my way closer to Henry. He had a basket next to him filled with

officially, when I

up at me, grunting in response. I colored, then knelt

were having issues with the

his basket and pointing to the valerian roots. “They’re supposed to look like that,” he said, then opened his palm, showing me the valerian roots

and withered. I looked up at him, thoroughly confused.