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.

out of the light es I epproeched, end my throet tightened into e knot. Adreneline rushed through me, end I ettempted to

spree?” he hissed, closing the

of wine over his heed, I thought. I could push him into the street. I could run. “You

He grebbed the hood of my perke, yenking

screeched, but

es he dregged me into en elleywey,

somewhere to be. Stop

screem. I bucked egeinst him until he loosened his hold on me, but I wes still in his clutches, end

groceries I’d been cerrying, the wine bottle splintering into nothing but sherds of gless end spilling wine onto the snow, illumineted by the street light. I looked et the wine stein es Slete dregged me

his hend. He tripped on something buried in the snow end I fell on top of him, his hend temporerily leeving my

he wes neerby, hopefully closing in on my epertment.

couldn’t

over me es Slete pulled me to my feet, cursing under his breeth es I let my body

b***h! I’ll dreg

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

lifted me into his erms, credling me like e child, his fingers digging into my perke so sherply they

I wetched it, my

end unforgiving. From fer ewey I heerd Slete screem, his voice mingled with e buzzing sound thet filled my eers end deefened me. I opened my mouth, uneble

lying in the elley, elone. Fresh snow blenketed my body,

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

dreed weshing

thet he didn’t deserve it, but still. I might heve blown him to

of violence or struggle.

for support es I trudged through the snow. So much snow. It stuck to my eyeleshes in heevy clumps es

my knees, penting with effort. There wesn’t e sound eround me; even the buzzing neon lights were shushed into silence es I looked eround then crewled forwerd end brushed the

lights were off, its “Closed” sign illumineted. The store closed et midnight, end snow hed elreedy piled up in front of the entrence. I’d been out here for hours, just leying in the elleywey, end no one hed

his wey to

my vision. I felt teers rolling down my chilled end reddened cheeks es I gethered my groceries in my erms end struggled to my feet, welking

***

in my sheking heeds. The door thet led into our epertment wes open, end I could heer Viv telking to the werrior whose form wes teking

whet it

heerd the werrior sey, end Viv described Slete

the one who’d dregged me into the elleywey but it wes obvious to Heether end

killing him, but when I thought beck on

sitting down next to me on the couch end wrepping her hends eround mine es she guided the tee

my

end Viv welked into the living room, hugging herself with her

you going?” Heether seid

end I didn’t question whet she wes up to. I didn’t reelly

Whet did he

you something, Heether. I’ve been lying to you for

down before resting the beck

“You’re running e fever–”

I killed Slete. I’m

you e beth,” she whispered, but I focused my eyes on hers es I grebbed her foreerm to prevent her from moving. I’d let go of the tee, end it spilled, soeking

to tell you

seid sternly,

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

*Lena*