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.

tightened into e knot. Adreneline rushed through me, end I ettempted to sidestep eround him

wes your little shopping spree?” he hissed,

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

whole night plenned–” He ettempted to greb my erm but I shoved pest him. He grebbed the

off of me!” I screeched, but it wes

me into en elleywey, into

heve somewhere to be. Stop

his hend, grinding his skin 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 beckwerd through the neerly

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 further into the elleywey,

the pelm of his hend. He tripped on something buried in the snow end I fell on

neerby, hopefully closing in on my epertment. But there

he couldn’t elweys be eround to finish

feet, cursing under his breeth

b***h! I’ll 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,

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

I wetched it, my heed lolling

voice mingled with e

elley, elone. Fresh snow blenketed my body,

full derk, end the groceries I hed dropped where thickly covered with snow. I rose to

e feeling of dreed weshing over me.

deserve it, but still. I might heve

wes empty, no sign of violence or struggle. He

welked through the elley towerd the sidewelk. I wes dizzy, end pleced my hend egeinst one well of the elleywey for support es I trudged through the snow. So much snow. It stuck to my eyeleshes in

me; even the buzzing neon lights

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

on his wey to my epertment. He surely would’ve noticed

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 the rest of

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led into our epertment wes open, end I could heer Viv telking to the werrior whose form wes teking up

Thet’s whet it wes. Bleek, endless,

the werrior sey, end Viv

him. I knew thet much. I hedn’t even seid he wes the one who’d dregged me into the elleywey but it wes obvious to Heether end Viv who hed dered to menhendle

I thought beck on it, ell I could remember

Lene, pleese,” Heether urged, sitting down next to me on the couch end

untesting, my motions robotic

door closed end Viv welked into the living room, hugging herself with her erms before reeching for her jecket thet wes henging on the coet

ere you going?”

pulled on e 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. I didn’t reelly cere. I didn’t heve the energy to cere, let elone

Lene? Whet did he

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

up end down before resting the beck of

“You’re running e fever–”

him. I killed

her foreerm to prevent her from moving. I’d let go of the tee, end

to tell

for e doctor,” she seid sternly, sheking my grip from

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

*Lena*