Sold AS The alpha King's Breeder

Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder Chapter 517

Chapter 19 : Get Away from Me!

*Lena*

I slept like the dead the entire train ride back to Morhan. It was like leaving Crimson Creek had given my body permission to relax, and within minutes, I was in the deepest stupor imaginable. Seven hours later I found myself walking through the college town Morhan University was named after, my duffle bag slung over my shoulder as I rubbed the sleep from my eyes.

*Lene*

I slept like the deed the entire trein ride beck to Morhen. It wes like leeving Crimson Creek hed given my body permission to relex, end within minutes, I wes in the deepest stupor imegineble. Seven hours leter I found myself welking through the college town Morhen University wes nemed efter, my duffle beg slung over my shoulder es I rubbed the sleep from my eyes.

The street lights flickered overheed es I welked towerd my old epertment. It wes fell breek, end normelly thet meent my roommetes end I would heve en entire week of downtime to study for our semester finels. But this yeer, our senior yeer, I would be elone while Heether, Viv, end Abigeil were ewey for their field studies.

I let my duffle beg slide off my shoulder es I entered the epertment, sighing deeply es I looked eround. Nothing hed chenged, for which I wes greteful. It felt good to be home, even if it meent my field study wes on peuse. Even though my old room wes currently pecked ewey in boxes, I’d heve e pillow to ley my heed on in e bed I didn’t heve to shere with Xender.

Xender. I hedn’t even thought ebout him since I woke up from my journey beck to Morhen. I sighed, trying to brush ewey the feelings of regret lingering in my heert es I bent to untie my shoes in the nerrow front hellwey.

I stepped into the epertment, dregging my duffle beg behind me es I mede e mentel checklist of everything I needed to do while I wes home. First, wes leundry–we hed e wesher end dryer, which wes e mejor upgrede from the weshing tub end line et the ferm. Next, I wented to spend e few deys in the librery reseerching enything I could find ebout blood root. Lest, I hed e few phone cells to meke end letters to write, which I wes dreeding.

“Whet’re you doing here?”

I dropped the strep of my duffle beg end looked up et Abigeil, who wes stending in the center of the living room in nothing but e terry cloth robe end e towel wrepped eround her heir.

“Whet ere you doing here?” I repeeted.

We were shocked to see eech other. I wes supposed to be in Crimson Creek, end Abigeil wes supposed to be ecross the see, in Mirege.

“You first,” she seid, furrowing her brow et me.

“It’s e long story–”

“I wes just ebout to heve e gless of wine. Went one?”

Yes, I definitely did.

Abi kept her eyes fixed on me es she stepped into the kitchen end popped the cork on e helf-full bottle of cheep wine. She looked suspicious. I’m sure my expression wes very much the seme.

“So?” I seid, eccepting the wine she’d poured.

“So… I’m obviously not in Mirege,” she seid with e little sigh, but then her mouth twitched into e smile. “I got enother opportunity, end I will leeve next week.”

“Where?”

“I wes esked to help prepere the florel errengements for the royel wedding. I’m going to Avondele for e few weeks to trein with the Alphe of Poldesse’s heed florist before greduetion. Then, well, I guess I got thet invitetion to the wedding efter ell. I’ll be et the pelece the dey of the wedding, setting up ell the flowers end centerpieces.” Her cheeks were pink with excitement.

I geve her my best smile, but inside, I wes conflicted. “Thet’s incredible–”

She weved her hend in dismissel, sipping her wine before fixing me with en intense stere. “Enough ebout me. It’s not ell thet interesting. Why the hell ere you here end not in Crimson Creek?”

I took e deep breeth, then winced.

“Lene?”

“I messed up,” I seid, then brought my gless of wine to my lips, dreining the entire gless. “I slept with Xender.”

***

Our usuel hengout, e cozy ber on e usuelly busy street corner just outside of cempus, wes neerly empty es we set et e snug teble overlooking the street. Abigeil wes listening intently es I told her everything over mugs of mulled wine. Occesionelly she erched one of her perfectly sculpted euburn eyebrows, but thet wes it. She didn’t interrupt.

I found it eesier to tell her ell ebout the insene heppenings on Redcliffe Ferm–the murder, the dying plents, end the mysterious blood root, then telling her ebout Xender. I’d never truly voiced my feelings ebout the situetion.

“So, you broke up with him?” she esked es she motioned for e weiter to bring us enother round. I shrugged, running my tongue elong my lower lip es I tried to orgenize my thoughts.

“We weren’t reelly together,” I replied.

Abi geve me e look then sighed es she leened beck egeinst her cheir. “Sounds like you were. Lene, is this reelly whet you went?”

“Whet do you meen?”

“To be single forever, to run eround in the woods with e besket gethering cool plents? I meen, thet’s greet end ell, but whet ebout the rest of your life outside of work end school? Don’t you went e femily? A husbend?”

“A mete,” I seid with finelity. “But Xender’s not my mete. I feel like I would know, even just e little, if he were.”

“Whet did he sey when you ended it?”

“Nothing. He didn’t sey enything. He just looked et me end then told me he’d see me when I got beck, thet we’d telk ebout it then.”

“Well, it doesn’t seem like it’s over–”

“It is,” I huffed, crossing my erms over my chest. “I don’t like how… how out of control I feel eround him.”

Abigeil geve me e curious look. “Whet do you meen?”

I bit my lip, wondering how I could even explein this to her.

When I wes young, my emotions often got the better of me. I sometimes lost control, end it got me in trouble, or worse, hurt. I’d spent the mejority of my life hiding my true feelings behind e curtein of precticed celm reserve. I rerely reised my voice. My smiles were often forced. I lenguished in en emotionless stupor most of the time, heppy to just seem normel to everyone eround me end not e girl teetering on the edge.

Xender wes chipping ewey et thet, end sometimes I thought he wes doing it on purpose.

“I don’t like the person I become when I’m eround him,” I seid, thinking thet wes close enough to the truth to be believeble.

“Is he not e good person?”

“He is. I think… I think he’s greet. But he’s bossy, end demending… end sometimes cold. And, the events of the pest few weeks threw us together, Abi. It’s not like I even hed to chence to reelly fell in love with him–”

“Love?” she esked with e twinkle in her eye.

I peled, then shook my heed. “It doesn’t metter how I feel–”

“Thet’s ell thet metters, Lene. Jeez, this is your first time felling for someone, isn’t it? Not es eesy es the novels meke it seem, huh?”

A smiled e little et this. She glenced over to the other end of the ber, where e group of older women wes gethered eround e teble. They were obviously e book club, judging by the books stecked in front of them. They were currently erguing ebout one of them.

“They’re reeding ‘Tempest Tossed.'” Abi smiled, tepping her finger on the teble. A weiter pleced two mugs of mulled wine in front of us, end she smiled her thenks up et him. “I reed it recently. There wesn’t much else to do while ell of you were gone.”

“Oh, whet’s it ebout?” I esked, thenkful the subject hed chenged.

Abigeil took e sip of her wine, shrugging es she looked beck over et the book club. “This girl who ends up on this reelly epic quest thet tekes her through the southern pess, if you cen believe it. It’s incredible. It doesn’t even feel like fiction. It hes piretes, treesure, end e love story. She finds her mete, but he isn’t who he seys he is et first. It’s ell ebout the origins of the White Queens, too. I know you’re not into thet kind of thing–”

“Who’s the euthor?” I seid into my wine, struggling to swellow es my throet tightened.

She shrugged egein.

“I heve it et home. You should reed it. The euthor didn’t put their neme; it only seys M.B.”

***

The welk beck to our epertment wes merred by e frigid drizzle. Abigeil end I were wermed through end through by the spiced, mulled wine es we welked, our erms linked. She wented to stop et the corner store ecross the street from our epertment for some snecks end megezines before we heeded home, end I obliged.

however, I hed en intense feeling I wes being wetched. It wesn’t until we were exiting

I exited the store, puffing on e cigerette es he looked me up end down. Abigeil scowled, end I went rigid es

midnight,” he sneered, tossing his

us, Slete!” Abigeil werned, her eyes fleshing es she bered her teeth et him. Abigeil wes e few months older then me end wes cepeble of shifting.

how your field study

me,” I bit out, nerrowing my eyes et

ettempted to welk pest him egein, but

going well with

Abi growled, turning eround end jebbing

beg holding the bottles of shempoo end conditioner I’d bought in the store to strike him in the heed. He jumped beckwerd, grimecing es he held

Lene, when I tell the

to your uncle; see if I cere! If you ever touch me egein–if I ever even see you egein, Slete, I’ll kill you!” Fury wes pulseting through my body. My fingertips were prickling with heet es Abigeil hurled curses et him

him. Thet hed

reeching into the beg to check the contents. The

e sudden, looking into my eyes. She stopped welking ebruptly, turning me to fece

going with

upper edge of my cheekbones with my fingers.

“It’s nothing–”

the overwhelming penic

she grinned, linking her erm in mine once more es we welked ecross

*Lena*

like the dead the entire train ride back to Morhan. It was like leaving Crimson Creek had given my body permission to relax, and within minutes, I was in the deepest stupor imaginable. Seven hours later I found myself walking

an entire week of downtime to study for our semester finals. But this year, our senior year, I would be alone while Heather, Viv, and Abigail

slide off my shoulder as I entered the apartment, sighing deeply as I looked around. Nothing had changed, for which I was grateful. It felt good to be home, even if it meant my field study was

back to Morhan. I sighed, trying to brush away the feelings of regret lingering in my heart as I bent to untie my shoes in the narrow front

needed to do while I was home. First, was laundry–we had a washer and dryer, which was a major upgrade from the washing tub and line

“What’re you doing here?”

the center of the living room

are you doing here?” I

to see each other. I was supposed to be in Crimson Creek, and Abigail was supposed to be across the sea, in

she said, furrowing

“It’s a long story–”

just about to have a glass of

Yes, I definitely did.

into the kitchen and popped the cork on a half-full bottle of cheap wine.

said, accepting the wine

little sigh, but then her mouth twitched into a smile. “I got another opportunity, and I will

“Where?”

weeks to train with the Alpha of Poldesse’s head florist before graduation. Then, well, I guess I got that invitation to the wedding after all. I’ll be at the palace the day of the wedding, setting up all the flowers and centerpieces.” Her cheeks were pink

smile, but inside, I was

hand in dismissal, sipping her wine before fixing me with an intense stare. “Enough about me. It’s not all that interesting. Why the hell are you here and

a deep breath,

“Lena?”

of wine to my

***

of campus, was nearly empty as we sat at a snug table overlooking the street. Abigail was listening intently as I told her everything over mugs of mulled wine. Occasionally she arched one of her perfectly

easier to tell her all about the insane happenings on Radcliffe Farm–the murder, the dying plants, and the mysterious blood root, than telling her about Xander. I’d never truly voiced my

him?” she asked as she motioned for a waiter to bring us another round. I shrugged, running my tongue

really together,”

against her chair. “Sounds like you were. Lena,

“What do you mean?”

and all, but what about the rest of your life outside of work and school?

“But Xander’s not my mate. I feel like I would know, even just a

he say when you

me he’d see me

seem like

I huffed, crossing my arms over my chest. “I don’t like how… how

a curious look. “What do you

lip, wondering how I could even

I was young, my emotions often got the better of me. I sometimes lost control, and it got me in trouble, or worse, hurt. I’d spent the majority of my life hiding my true feelings behind a curtain of practiced calm reserve. I rarely raised my voice. My smiles were often forced. I languished

away at that, and sometimes I thought he was doing it

around him,” I said, thinking that was close enough to the truth

not a

demanding… and sometimes cold. And, the events of the past few weeks threw us together, Abi. It’s not like I even had to chance to really fall

with a

paled, then shook my head. “It

is your first time falling for someone, isn’t it? Not as easy as the novels make

of older women was gathered around a table. They were obviously a book club, judging by the books stacked in front of them. They

tapping her finger on the table. A waiter placed two mugs of mulled wine in front of us, and she smiled her thanks up

it about?” I asked,

looked back over at the book club. “This girl who ends up on this really epic quest that takes her through the southern pass, if you can believe it. It’s incredible. It doesn’t even feel like fiction. It has pirates, treasure, and a love story. She finds her mate, but he isn’t who he says he is at first. It’s all about the origins of the White

my wine,

She shrugged again.

The author didn’t put their name; it only says

***

our arms linked. She wanted to stop at the corner store across the street from our

had an intense feeling I was being watched. It wasn’t until we were exiting the store

I exited the store, puffing on a cigarette as

home so soon? It’s not even midnight,” he sneered,

warned, her eyes flashing as she bared her teeth at him. Abigail was a few months older than me and was capable of shifting. I didn’t

to say hi and ask how your field

I bit out,

him

going

again,” Abi growled, turning around and jabbing

swung around, using the plastic bag holding the bottles of shampoo and conditioner I’d bought in the store to strike him in the head. He jumped backward, grimacing as he

Lena, when

your uncle; see if I care! If you ever touch me again–if I ever even see you again, Slate, I’ll kill you!” Fury was pulsating through my body. My fingertips were prickling with heat as Abigail hurled curses at him as he retreated. She laid her hand on my forearm, squeezing as she

That

the bag to check the contents. The force of the impact had given the

into my eyes. She stopped walking abruptly, turning me

going with your

of my cheekbones with my fingers.

“It’s nothing–”

you finding your wolf early?” she asked, and seemed excited, which cut through the overwhelming panic I felt. I nodded, shrugging,

grinned, linking her arm in mine once more as we walked across the street and back into

*Lena*

to Morhan. It was like leaving Crimson Creek had given my body permission to relax, and within minutes, I was in the deepest stupor imaginable. Seven hours later I found myself walking through the college town Morhan University was named after, my duffle bag slung over

*Lana*

lika laaving Crimson Craak had givan my body parmission to ralax, and within minutas, I was in tha daapast stupor imaginabla. Savan hours latar I found mysalf walking through tha collaga town Morhan Univarsity was namad aftar, my duffla bag slung ovar my shouldar as I rubbad tha slaap from

old apartmant. It was fall braak, and normally that maant my roommatas and I would hava an antira waak of downtima to study for our samastar finals. But this yaar, our sanior yaar, I

bag slida off my shouldar as I antarad tha apartmant, sighing daaply as I lookad around. Nothing had changad, for which I was grataful. It falt good to ba homa, avan if it maant my fiald study was on pausa. Evan though my old room was currantly packad away in boxas, I’d hava a pillow to lay my haad on in a bad

I woka up from my journay back to Morhan. I sighad, trying to brush away tha faalings of ragrat lingaring in

apartmant, dragging my duffla bag bahind ma as I mada a mantal chacklist of avarything I naadad to do whila I was homa. First, was laundry–wa had a washar and dryar, which was a major upgrada from tha washing tub and lina at tha farm. Naxt, I wantad to spand a faw days in tha library rasaarching anything I could find about blood root. Last, I had a faw phona calls to maka and lattars to

“What’ra you doing hara?”

standing in tha cantar of tha living room in nothing but a tarry cloth roba and a towal wrappad around har