Sold AS The alpha King's Breeder

Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder Chapter 510

Chapter 12: A Trip to the Village

Lena*

It’d been three days since the attack, or murder, whatever it was being called. The Alpha of Crimson Creek had sent warriors to investigate. They’d taken away the body, swept the perimeter of the Radcliffe Estate… but that was it. No one said much about it, in fact, after a full day had passed. The only person who had given US any useful information had been Henry.

But Henry was a man of few words, and he didn’t speculate. He’d told me what I already knew from Abigail-that Carly Maddox had been a Morhan student whose field study was situated in the village of Crimson Creek. According to a single witness, she had just walked out one day, leaving the shabby townhouse she shared with four other students and walked into the night, never to be seen again.

But the fact that she was, in fact, never seen again, was what was most interesting about what Henry had to say. He told Xander and me that several young women had been killed over the past five years, but they had always been found not far from where the attack happened.

“So we’re dealing with a serial killer,” I said, pacing in front of the makeshift lab Xander had erected in the warehouse. He was bent at the waist, peering into a microscope as he examined a slide with the sample of blackened, rotted valerian root I had harvested earlier in the morning.

“We’re not dealing with anything, Lena,’ he protested gruffly, furrowing his brow in my direction as he straightened to his full height. “We’re here for school. That’s it-”

“But don’t you want to know, Xander? Something weird is happening here!”

“It’s none of our business-”

“One of the workers was attacked and killed!”

“Lena,” he breathed, taking his gloves off and tossing them in a wastebasket. “Leave it alone.”

I rolled my eyes and stalked away from him, glancing over my shoulder before I left the warehouse. He was writing on a clipboard, totally uninteresting in discussing what I believed to be a huge deal.

But I knew it was bothering him. I’d gotten my original wish. We were no longer sharing a bed because he’d taken to sitting in the armchair, facing the door, with an iron skillet in his lap every night in the event he needed to protect US from whatever was lurking outside.

We hadn’t said a word about what had happened between US, either, for which I was grateful.

I’d been overwhelmed and blinded by a heavy haze of lust, ready to lose my virginity to a man I neither knew well nor liked very much, only to be snapped back to reality by someone getting torn to shreds not even a mile from our cottage.

I felt awful about it. But also completely unsatisfied.

I swallowed against the lump in my throat as I walked to the bunkhouse. It was nearing lunch, and Bethany had asked me to sit with her and eat something before we went back out to tend the lower gardens. I was thankful for a respite from my conflicting feelings as I stepped through the door and removed my boots.

But I wasn’t getting away from it that easily, I quickly realized. Elaine and Bethany were sitting at the dining room table when I arrived and had a plate laid out for me-and questions.

“How long have you known him?” Elaine asked as I bit into an apple.

I shrugged, chewing slowly in hopes the conversation would move past the subject of Xander. He was the only thing anyone wanted to talk about after what had happened.

“Like, a week, honestly,” I said cooly, sipping my glass of root beer. Elaine rolled her eyes at Bethany, who fixed me with a knowing stare.

‘She wants nothing more than

that until we hear something concrete from the Alpha, after his investigation. Radcliffe’s orders.” Bethany looked exhausted. She’d

dismissal. “Anyway, Jen is really hoping he’s coming to the party tonight, at the pub. I told her not to

even though I had no reason to feel that way. What had happened between US hadn’t been

workers are going to the village tonight to drink at the pub. It’s not really a party,” Bethany shrugged, shaking her head, “unless you like warm beer and old men

Elaine quipped, nudging my arm. “You

breathed, even though inside

was still a chance I’d be wrong. And despite the fact that I knew in my soul nothing further should happen between Xander and me, I hated the idea of him being with anyone else, especially

dislike her, though. She hadn’t done anything to me. She’d just been

its mint-colored paint covered in large splotches of rust, I decided it was time to confide in someone. I needed someone to help me unravel my

walked

yanking open the back door

climb over the center console. I grunted with effort, nearly upside down as I tried to get my legs out from under me. I wiped my brow and adjusted my weight in my seat, reaching back for the seatbelt, which I found was not

crash. Don’t worry. At least not today. It’s not in the

car lurched forward several times before the clutch gave way, and she was able to put it in gear.

anyone else, besides you and Bethany. I pretended like I wasn’t going so they couldn’t use me for my car. They’re all

back window of the car

Xander mumbled, wrenching open the back door and sliding inside. Elaine and I looked at each other, both slightly red in the

the clutch once more.

arms

we bounced over the uneven dirt road toward

my purse?” I asked,

murder. He handed me my purse without breaking his gaze, which was slightly unnerving, but I stifled the ripple of heat his stare was eliciting and opened my purse, fishing around for the tube of lipstick rolling around at the

You’ll have to wing it,” Elaine laughed as we drove out of the forest and

in my bag. I

said anything in response to Elaine’s comment about Jen,

we were pulling to a

in the distance, and I could see the farm truck parked outside the hotel’s entrance. “Bethany got US

was kind of her,” I said, then we both looked back at Xander, who was staring back

his brow as he looked

doors don’t open. We have to climb out,” Elaine said, motioning toward

asked, looking

of his seat. Elaine went first, climbing over the center console in a practiced fashion. I, on the other

touch, turning a deep shade of fuchsia as he

said breathlessly, swatting him with my

you?” he asked, reaching down to push a lock of hair away from

tickled. I’m-I’m ticklish,”

looking into my eyes, and I noticed the hint of a