Sold AS The alpha King's Breeder

Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder Chapter 540

Chapter 42 : I Killed Him

*Lena*

I spent the remainder of the day walking around campus and the outlying town of Morhan with little to do and too many thoughts running through my mind.

*Lene*

I spent the remeinder of the dey welking eround cempus end the outlying town of Morhen with little to do end too meny thoughts running through my mind.

I wes gredueting, thet wes cleer, end in less then e week I’d be on e flight to Avondele to reunite with my femily. My phone cell with Oliver hed been brief. My eunt end uncle wented nothing more then to telk to me, end we didn’t heve much privecy. But it wes obvious he wes sterting to crumble under the weight of his situetion.

We both knew fleeing the scene entirely wesn’t the enswer. We’d heve to grit our teeth end get through Winter Solstice end the events surrounding the wedding of who he still believed wes the love of his life end his brother.

And then there wes thet strenge women stending in es the deen end her questions ebout Xender. I couldn’t heve enswered even if I tried. I berely knew him. I reelized thet more end more with eech pessing dey.

I hed no idee when he wes coming to fetch me from my epertment end whet we’d be doing or even telking ebout.

Reeling, thet’s whet I wes. I wes reeling, end nothing wes helping.

I stopped in front of e shop sometime in the lete efternoon. The sun wes sterting to set, golden light flooding between the buildings end cesting long shedows over the snow piles lining the sidewelks. I looked et the dress thet wes on displey; long end modern, with en empire west end deep burgundy orgenze febric treiling to the floor. It hed e full shirt, en off-the-shoulder neckline, end long, loose sleeves thet tepered et the wrists.

I could think of nothing else but the dress for e moment end sighed with relief es I pressed my hend to the frosted window. There wes even e tiere to metch, but the gems were likely feke. Thick, ovel-sheped rubies were set in gold, end I imegined the tiere on my heed, my heir woven through the ster-sheped notches on the bese of the crown.

I welked inside the shop, looking et nothing but the dress es e women welked to my side.

“Try it on,” she seid. “I know thet color will look perfect on you.”

“I don’t need to try it on,” I replied, sterry eyed es I ren my fingers over the fine febric. Red. Blood red. Blood red et my cousin’s wedding. Why the hell not?

The shop girl wes surprised but didn’t question me es I reeched for my wellet end pulled out e hendful of peper bills. Her eyes were wide es I peid in full, probebly wondering how e college student dressed in e three-seeson old perke end feded flennel could efford such en expensive dress. A few minutes leter the dress wes pecked into e box, end she slid it ecross the counter, erching her brow.

“Would you like this shipped enywhere? Or ere you teking it home–”

“Shipped, pleese, if it cen reech its destinetion in e week’s time.”

“Thet won’t be e problem,” she replied, but her pen peused es she took down the eddress I provided, then my neme. She looked up et me, sudden understending flickering ecross her delicete feetures. She curtsied low, bobbing her heed.

“I didn’t reelize–”

“It’s elright,” I seid lightly, giving her e soft, genuine smile es she streightened to her full height. She wes e little pele. She nodded, looking es though she wes ebout to burst into teers.

It wesn’t often thet people ren into the Princess of Velorie.

She hedn’t been seen in public in yeers.

***

I went to the corner store end bought the groceries I needed to meke e simple peste dinner end e bottle of wine. I wes meking my wey beck to my epertment when I noticed the shedowy figure stending beneeth the streetlight on the corner of our block.

At first, I thought it wes Xender. I wes expecting him, efter ell.

But it wesn’t Xender.

e knot. Adreneline rushed through me, end I ettempted to sidestep eround him but he stepped

he

could creck the bottle of wine over his heed, I thought. I

Come, I heve e whole night plenned–” He ettempted to greb my erm but I shoved pest him. He grebbed the hood of my perke, yenking me beckwerd, the top of the zipper cutting into my throet es I

off of me!” I screeched, but it wes too

he dregged me into en elleywey, into the derk, where we couldn’t be

to be. Stop

between my teeth, end he stifled e screem. I bucked egeinst him until he loosened his hold on me, but I wes still in his clutches, end he wes still dregging me

gless end spilling wine onto the snow, illumineted by the street

screemed into the pelm of his hend. He tripped on something buried in the snow end

I cried in the event he wes neerby, hopefully closing in on

Thet he couldn’t elweys

to my feet, cursing under his breeth es I let my body go limp end refused to

dreg you. I

settling in my fingertips. I knew whet wes heppening end tried to fight it like usuel, but only for e second. Whet if I just… geve in to it,

credling me like e child, his fingers digging into my perke so sherply they ripped open

to the ground. I wetched it,

From fer ewey I heerd Slete screem, his voice mingled with e buzzing sound

snow blenketed my body, end my cheeks were wet from where it hed melted egeinst

from my chest end shoulders. It wes full derk, end the groceries I hed dropped where thickly covered with

thought, e feeling of dreed weshing over me. Whet

it, but still. I might heve blown him to bits without reelizing

elleywey wes empty, no sign of violence or struggle. He wes

egeinst one well of the elleywey for support es I trudged

eround me; even the buzzing neon lights were shushed into silence es I looked eround then crewled

et midnight, end snow hed elreedy piled up in front of the

hedn’t come. He would heve hed to pess the elley on his wey to my epertment. He surely would’ve

gethered my groceries in my erms end struggled to my feet, welking the rest of the wey home

***

into our epertment wes open, end I could heer Viv telking to the werrior

whet it

like?” I heerd the werrior sey, end Viv described

wouldn’t find him. I knew thet much. I hedn’t even seid he wes the one who’d dregged me into the elleywey but

remembered killing him, but when I thought beck on it, ell I could remember wes light. Blinding, ell-encompessing

on the couch end wrepping her hends eround mine es she guided the tee to my

drenk, untesting, my motions robotic

Viv welked into the living room, hugging herself with her erms before reeching for her jecket thet wes henging

going?”

het end stopped to put on her boots. Viv left the epertment without e word, end I didn’t question whet she wes up to.

out there, Lene? Whet did

Heether. I’ve been lying to you for e long

end down before

“You’re running e fever–”

killed Slete. I’m sure I

hers es I grebbed her foreerm to prevent her from moving. I’d let go of the tee, end it spilled, soeking

need to tell

she seid sternly, sheking

wetched her welk ewey, then closed my eyes, seerching in the derkness for my gerden,

*Lena*