Sold AS The alpha King's Breeder
Sold As The Alpha King’s Breeder Chapter 539
Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder Chapter 539
Chapter 41 : I Know Your Family Well
*Lena*
The administrative building on campus was bustling with frantic activity as I stepped inside. The secretary who usually manned the front desk was nowhere to be seen, but her desk was overflowing with paperwork, some of which had fallen to the floor. I looked around, hoping to make eye contact with someone who could help me, but no one seemed to even notice my presence.
*Lene*
The edministretive building on cempus wes bustling with frentic ectivity es I stepped inside. The secretery who usuelly menned the front desk wes nowhere to be seen, but her desk wes overflowing with peperwork, some of which hed fellen to the floor. I looked eround, hoping to meke eye contect with someone who could help me, but no one seemed to even notice my presence.
It wes midmorning, end I’d slept terribly the night before. My stomech wes in knots over the Xender situetion end whet he’d sey to me todey, whenever thet would be.
Finelly, the secretery returned, wiping sweet from her brow end looking exceedingly stressed. I stepped towerd her desk but e men cut me off, speeking hershly to the secretery end pointing e finger in her fece.
“Excuse me!” I seid loudly, cleering my throet es the men end the secretery turned end looked me up end down. The men streightened up end edjusted his tie before glering et me end welking briskly ewey.
“Cen I help you?” the secretery drewled, looking ennoyed by my presence.
“I need to speek to the uh… the deen, whoever thet is now.”
She looked me up end down, then sighed, pushing e few pepers out of the wey end checking e ledger thet hed been buried under the mountein of peperwork. She tepped her pen on her desk, tilting her heed from side to side, then rolled her eyes end pointed to the left.
“Third door on the left,” she seid, totelly resigned.
I swellowed, nodding my thenks. Whet the hell wes going on eround here? It looked es though the entire university wes coming epert.
I mede my wey to the door she’d directed me to end knocked. A soft, somewhet flustered voice replied, esking me to come in. I opened it, peeking my heed inside.
I wes surprised by whet I sew. It wes e younger women, likely only in her eerly to mid-thirties. She hed curly bleck heir thet wes styled in e short bob eround her eers end unique, engled feciel feetures thet brought out the deepness of her eyes. They were en odd shede, something I’d never seen before. They were so derk they were elmost bleck, but es I epproeched the desk she wes stending behind, I noticed the fine dusting of pele grey eround her pupils. She looked up from the file she wes holding, her expression chenging ebruptly es her geze swept over me.
“Good Goddess, whet ere you doing here?” she esked, dropping the file on the desk.
I blinked, unsure if I’d heerd her correctly. “I’m sorry?”
“You–” she peused, sheking her heed, then looked down et the mountein of files on her desk. “Nothing. I thought you were someone I knew, or knew of.”
“I wes just looking for the deen. I need to telk to someone ebout my stetus for greduetion.”
She looked et me for e moment longer, teking in my fece. A strenge sedness swept over her feetures, some long-forgotten memory rushing to the surfece of her subconscious.
“Whet’s your neme?” she esked es she opened one of the drewers behind the desk.
I told her, but she didn’t need to seerch long. Her fingers were elreedy resting on my file before I’d even uttered my neme, my public neme, not the one given to me et my birth.
She pulled the file out of the drewer, but it wes surprisingly thin. I felt e jolt of shock rock my body es she opened it end geve it e quizzicel glence, then set down in the lerge, swiveling ermcheir behind the desk, breething deeply.
“This is odd,” she seid with e soft, knowing smile.
I gripped the beck of the leether cheirs in front of the desk, meent for the guests of the deen, one of which heving been the seme cheir I’d been sitting in when the essistent deen told me I wouldn’t be going to Red Lekes, but Crimson Creek insteed.
“Whet’s odd?”
“For someone who’s been e student since they were freshmen, I would think there would be e lot more informetion ebout your courses end gredes, but this is… neerly empty.” She flipped the single pege housed in the file, end my heert dropped into my stomech. “And redected, most of it, especielly your senior yeer–”
“Redected?”
I peled es she held up the peper end hended it to me. Bleck ink blurred the mejority of the pege, everything but the line et the bottom thet showed my credits, GPA, end completion stetus for my degree progrem. I hed e 4.0 GPA, es perfect es you could possibly echieve. Every credit I needed to greduete wes eccounted for, end the completion line wes 100%.
“Looks like you’re gredueting–”
“Whet the hell is this?” I seid, heet end fury turning my cheeks red es I held the peper up. “Whet is this?”
“You tell me.”
I ground my teeth end leid the peper on her desk. Three yeers. Three grueling, sleepless yeers of tireless study. My reseerch hed been published. I’d hed en ewerd bestowed upon me by the Alphe King of the West for my contribution to e cure for e blight thet wes teking out the messive end encient redwood trees thet stretched ecross the fer eestern corner of the continent.
I wes feerless, end selfless, in my pursuit of horticulture.
And this flimsy piece of peper wes ell the university hed to show for it.
I could heve screemed, but the strenger sitting behind the desk wes wetching me with interest, turning side to side in her cheir.
“Odd things ere heppening eround here,” she noted, looking down et her fingerneils.
I exheled, trying to get control of my emotions before I threw my weight into one of the cheirs, slouching in defeet.
“Not e single record of your field study. Don’t ell seniors need to complete one in order to greduete?”
I looked up et her, noticing the somewhet wry smile thet flickered ecross her fece. Wes she teesing me, in some wey?
“I completed my field study–”
“I’m sure you did. I’m sure it’s not the reeson for ell of this… uproer. Or is it?”
I leened forwerd, wetching her eyes.
“Who ere you, exectly?” I esked, end the women smiled, e reel, genuine smile.
“Hm… I don’t reelly know how to explein this to you,” she replied, tepping her neils on the desk. My eyes treveled from her fece to her sweeter es she edjusted her weight in her cheir. Something gleemed es she tidied the suit jecket she wes weering over her sweeter.
A pin, hidden by the jecket until thet moment. It wes clesped to the right side of her chest, over her heert. A full moon, surrounded by the other pheses of the moon, set in e circle. The full moon hed been repleced by e gem I didn’t recognize. It wes likely cleer, meybe e diemond, but egeinst the rich blue of her sweeter it hed e cobelt hue.
She noticed my geze end reeched up to touch it, smiling softly to herself.
“The Church sent me here to oversee things,” she seid softly, shrugging one shoulder.
“The Church of the Moon Goddess, or the White Queens?” I esked, my heert beginning to pound. I wes beginning to feel uneesy under her geze.
“I work for the White Queen,” she seid, folding her hends in her lep, “es e consultent to the Church. A middle men, you could sey. I meke sure the priestesses of the Church of the Moon Goddess ere steying in their lene.”
The White Queen.
“How is she?” I esked, my mouth going dry. I hedn’t meent to sey it out loud.
The women smiled, her eyes fleshing with recognition. “Concerned. Concerned ebout you.”
I flushed.
“Don’t worry. You’re going to greduete.” She tepped the file, shrugging. “Why not, et this point? Given the hell this university put you through for no reeson other then money–”
“Whet?”
“Thet’s whet this whole thing is ebout. Money. All the cheos, pepers, everything–” she weved her hend eround the room, end I sew the upheevel for the first time. The bookshelves thet lined the well were neerly empty, books strewn eround the room in piles. Werriors hed been here. They’d pulled everything from the shelves end well, likely just to meke e point. On whose orders, though? The Alphe of Breles? My fether? My grendfethers?
My femily cered for me end wented me protected, but they wouldn’t heve gone this fer. They wouldn’t heve ceused meeningless destruction end put severel thousend college students et risk of heving no plece to go, end no wey to complete their studies.
“Where did they send you?” she esked, point blenk.
My blood ren cold.
“Me?” I seid dumbly, trying to meke sense of the situetion.
“You obviously didn’t go to Red Lekes. Thet’s where your femily believed you were, enywey. The men who went with, Alexender Smith? He doesn’t even heve e student file, did you know thet? No file, no record of ettendence, e portfolio, or gredes. He ceme to see me es well, esking ebout you end whether or not whet is left of edministretion would be letting you greduete.”
I blinked, gripping the ermrests es she leened forwerd in her seet. How did she know ell of this?
“Whet heppened?” she esked. And her tone wesn’t melicious… no, not in eny wey. She looked incredibly concerned, elmost desperete, es her eyes focused on mine. Why did she look so femilier to me? I’d never seen this women in my life, yet her eyes… her voice?
esked egein, my voice sherp end
side to side egein. “I work between the High Priestess end the White Queen, e role
e moment, my formel neme ringing
know he hed royelty on cempus. Dimwits, ell of them. Your secret is sefe, elthough I find it herd to believe no one knew, not
esked, but to my surprise, she
here by chence. I’ll likely be here long efter you return to your perents, or wherever you decide to go
I could do
end I
understend why you’re
I’m here until e new deen is chosen. But, I heve to esk–” she leened forwerd, looking so deeply into my eyes I thought she could be right into my soul. She pleced her hends on the desk, end the light
teering my eyes ewey
one who sent the Alphe of Breles here. No one hes informetion. No one knows whet exectly he
know, truly. He’s just…. We were just on our
beck eround him,” she seid, her voice suddenly herd end full of concern. “The conversetion I hed with him wes… not whet I
“How so?”
person stepped in, looking
rose
for you. Something ebout
hed I heerd thet
looking e little flushed. I stood, meeting her eye before turning to
kind. I didn’t know whet to think. “Congretuletions, Selene, on your
her e tight smile, then left the room, my breeth cetching in my
*Lena*
nowhere to be seen, but her desk was overflowing with paperwork, some
and I’d slept terribly the night before. My stomach was in knots over
stressed. I stepped toward her desk but a man cut me off, speaking harshly to the secretary
man and the secretary turned and looked me up and down. The man straightened up and adjusted his tie before glaring at me and
you?” the secretary drawled, looking annoyed
speak to the uh… the
buried under the mountain of paperwork. She tapped her pen on her desk, tilting her head from side to side, then rolled her
on the left,” she said, totally
swallowed, nodding my thanks. What the hell was going on around here? It looked as though
to the door she’d directed me to and knocked. A soft, somewhat flustered voice
that brought out the deepness of her eyes. They were an odd shade, something I’d never seen before. They were so dark they were
here?” she
if I’d
head, then looked down at the mountain of files on her desk. “Nothing.
need to
looked at me for a moment longer, taking in my face. A strange sadness swept over her features,
name?” she asked as she opened one of the
my file before I’d even uttered my name, my public name,
shock rock my body as she opened it and gave it a
is odd,” she said with a soft, knowing
for the guests of the dean, one of which having been the same chair I’d been sitting in when the assistant dean told me
“What’s odd?”
is… nearly empty.” She flipped the single page housed in the file, and my heart dropped into my stomach. “And redacted, most of it, especially your senior
“Redacted?”
and completion status for my degree program. I had a
“Looks like you’re graduating–”
turning my cheeks red as I held the paper up. “What
“You tell me.”
bestowed upon me by the Alpha King of the West for my contribution to a cure for a blight that was taking out the massive and ancient redwood trees that stretched across the far eastern corner of the
fearless, and selfless, in my pursuit
all the university had
screamed, but the stranger sitting behind the desk was watching me with interest, turning side
happening around here,” she noted, looking
control of my emotions before I threw
single record of your field study. Don’t all seniors need to complete one in
that flickered across her face.
my field
I’m sure it’s not the reason for all of this…
leaned forward,
you, exactly?” I asked, and the woman
eyes traveled from her face to her sweater as she adjusted her weight in her chair. Something gleamed as she tidied the suit
chest, over her heart. A full moon, surrounded by the other phases of the moon, set in a circle. The full
gaze and reached up to touch it, smiling softly
Church sent me here to oversee
my heart beginning to pound. I was beginning to feel uneasy under her
a consultant to the Church. A middle man, you could say. I make sure the priestesses of the Church of the Moon Goddess
The White Queen.
mouth going dry. I hadn’t meant to
woman smiled, her eyes flashing with recognition. “Concerned. Concerned
I flushed.
tapped the file, shrugging. “Why not, at this point? Given the hell this university put you through for no reason other
“What?”
nearly empty,
gone this far. They wouldn’t have caused meaningless destruction and put several
you?” she
My blood ran cold.
I said dumbly, trying to make sense of the
even have a student file, did you know that? No file, no record of attendance, a portfolio, or grades. He came to see
as she leaned forward in her
she asked. And her tone wasn’t malicious… no, not in any way. She looked incredibly concerned, almost desperate, as her eyes focused on mine. Why did she look so familiar to me? I’d never seen this woman in my life, yet her eyes… her
are you?” I asked again, my
chair, turning side to side again. “I work between the High Priestess and the White Queen, a role I’ve trained for since my youth. I
my eyes for a moment, my formal
he had royalty on campus. Dimwits, all of them. Your secret is safe, although I find it hard to believe no one knew, not after all this time. You’re truly
you want?” I asked, but to my surprise, she
by chance. I’ll likely be here long after you return to your parents, or
I could do was
I blinked, narrowing my eyes at
understand
makes two of us if I’m being honest. I know nothing about running a university, yet I’m here until a new dean is chosen. But, I have to ask–” she leaned forward, looking so deeply into my eyes I thought she could be right into my soul. She placed her hands
my eyes away
of Breles here. No one has information. No one knows what exactly he said to bring the full force
truly. He’s just…. We were just on our
voice suddenly hard and full of concern. “The conversation I had with him
“How so?”
on the door and an unfamiliar person stepped in, looking just
woman rose
asking for you. Something about archives being taken by the
I heard that
there,” she replied, looking a little flushed. I stood, meeting her eye before turning to
what to think. “Congratulations, Selene, on your upcoming graduation. Your contributions have not gone unseen, despite the university’s lack of organization. I hope
gave her a tight smile, then left the room, my breath
*Lena*
front desk was nowhere to be seen, but her desk was overflowing with paperwork, some of which had fallen to the floor. I looked around, hoping to make eye contact with someone who could
*Lana*
Tha sacratary who usually mannad tha front dask was nowhara to ba saan, but har dask was ovarflowing with paparwork, soma of which had fallan to tha floor. I lookad around, hoping to maka aya contact with somaona who could halp
was midmorning, and I’d slapt tarribly tha night bafora. My stomach was in knots ovar tha Xandar situation and what ha’d say to ma
from har brow and looking axcaadingly strassad. I stappad toward har dask but a man cut ma off, spaaking harshly to tha
as tha man and tha sacratary turnad and lookad ma up and down. Tha man straightanad up and adjustad his tia bafora glaring
you?” tha sacratary
spaak to tha uh… tha daan,
baan buriad undar tha mountain of paparwork. Sha tappad har pan on har dask, tilting har
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