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.

leaning back in her chair. ‘She wants nothing more than to jump his bones after

his investigation. Radcliffe’s orders.” Bethany looked exhausted. She’d likely been fielding questions about what had happened for the

I know,” Elaine replied, waving her hand in dismissal. “Anyway, Jen is really hoping he’s coming to the party tonight, at the pub.

no reason to

of the 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 with missing teeth hitting on you. They go

quipped, nudging my arm. “You

inside I was on

there was still a chance I’d be wrong. And despite the fact that I knew in

done anything to me. She’d just been in

splotches of rust, I decided it was time to confide in someone. I needed someone to help me unravel

I walked up. ‘You have

laughed, yanking open the back door with an audible crunch and

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

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

laughed, slightly panicked as the car lurched forward several times before the clutch gave way, and she was able to put it in

so they couldn’t use me for my car. They’re all piled in the back of the

of the car

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

fumbling with the clutch once more. “I thought I’d just ran someone

of me,” he huffed, stretching his arms out over the back of

she drawled, tapping her hands on the steering wheel as we bounced over the uneven dirt road toward the forest. “Happy to drive

I asked, looking over my shoulder at

night of the 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

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

I quickly put on the lipstick, which was a warm peach color, and put it back in my bag. I could feel Xander’s eyes on the back of my neck and was a little irritated he had interrupted the one opportunity rd had with

said anything in response to Elaine’s comment

we were pulling

outside the hotel’s entrance. “Bethany got US a few rooms, but she’s driving back tonight if you don’t

was kind of her,” I said, then we both looked back

as he looked at

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

he asked, looking

giving US both a dubious look as he slid out of his seat. Elaine went first, climbing over the center console in a practiced fashion. I, on the other hand, struggled significantly and to the point that Xander groaned with frustration and bent his head to reenter the car, pulling me over the front seat with

touch, turning a deep shade of fuchsia

said breathlessly, swatting him

to push a lock of

tickled. I’m-I’m ticklish,” I

and I noticed the hint of a smile touching the corner of