Sold AS The alpha King's Breeder

Sold As The Alpha King’s Breeder Chapter 543

Chapter 45 : Only for Me to See

*Lena*

Adrian retreated from the area, glancing back only once as he slipped back through the door of the warehouse.

Xander didn’t speak. He just looked at me, his hands tucked in the pockets of his j acket.

I waited for him to say something for a moment, to say anything, but he was silent.

I shook my head, looking down at my boots before straightening up and attempting to walk past him toward the door.

He caught me by the elbow, pulling me to a halt.

“What are you wearing?” he asked, his voice low with a hint of rage.

“A dress,” I sneered, yanking my arm free.

He ran his tongue along the inside of his lower lip, looking me up and down. I wished the hunger in his eyes hadn’t had the effect on me that it did. My stomach tightened with anticipation as his gaze slowly met mine again.

“What do you want, Xander?”

“I need to apologize-”

“Need, or want? Those are two different things—”

He closed the distance between us with a single step, leaning down to whisper in my ear. His breath was warm on my neck, bringing a fresh wave of fire across my skin.

“I’m sony I wasn’t there for you when Slate assaulted you in that alley.”

I closed my eyes, breathing in his scent. He was wearing cologne, something woodsy and warm. I lost myself in it for a moment before I broke away from him once more.

“I need to find Heather and Vivien,” I said flatly, void of emotion.

“They left,” he replied, and my shoulders fell.

“What?”

“Heather left with a man, someone I don’t know. And Viv told me she’d seen you come out here. I promised her I’d walk you back to your apartment when you were ready to leave.”

I sighed, gritting my teeth as I looked up into his eyes. “I don’t need your- help getting home. It’s not far.”

“If Slate-”

“Slate’s gone,” I said, a little too loudly. I flushed as a group of partygoers standing on the edge of the dock looked in our direction.

Xander took a step closer to me, furrowing his brow. “What do you mean he’s gone? I saw him yesterday.”

“You did?” I felt my knees start to weaken as I thought back to tire night in the alley, about the blinding light, and waking up alone and covered in an inch of fresh snow.

exactly?” he whispered, his hand gliding

holding me upright until I reached out to steady myself on the railing, wrapping my hand around the ice- covered

don’t know, Xander.

“You used your powers.”

you think I am,” I whispered as tire truth rose like bile in my throat. “My name is Selene. My

replied, reaching up to brush a lock of

“You don’t understand-”

than anyone,” he interrupted, then reached out to pull my hand from the railing, wrapping his hand around my chilled fingers. “You spent yourself using

root help me? Wiry did

talk about this in private,” he said as a group passed us on

leading me around the warehouse, he brought me back inside, and we were

took me to the bar and began to pour two glasses of

are you doing? I drought we needed to

a glass as he took a sip, grimacing as he swallowed it down. I knew it was heavily spiked; I could smell the liquor die second I brought it to my lips. “This is

expression, and in a single flash of twinkling lights

a promise that I’d never forget that night. My jacket had been tossed somewhere along the sidewall long ago now, leaving my skin exposed for Xander to touch. His fingertips along my upper amis as we danced felt like little bursts of electricity, die sensation mingling

my chest pinned against his abs as

and the alcohol made every thought, every stress, and every anxiety

the break in

wearing underwear, are

eyes as his lips grazed

music seemed to only get faster and more sensual. His hands continued their exploration of my body. Abigail had been right about

like this. We’d ended things. There was only one thing we needed to talk about now, and it

All of the questions I had, everything I needed to know

here,” he whispered into my hair, turning me

damp with sweat around my temples. I didn’t know my mouth was slightly ajar

“Where’s your jacket?”

against his lips as he pulled me into a deeper embrace, our

a new one,” he growled

and I subconsciously ground myself

going back to my

I corrld say was,

***

having to cany me back to his apartment. His place was across town, from what he

needed to talk about brought me back to reality. The cold was biting into my skin as we walked, even with his jacket covering

I wanted to be alone with him. I wanted to inn my fingernails down his naked back and let him claim

crossed a snow-packed street and Xander stopped, pulling

are we doing here?” I asked as I let him lead me into a booth near the window overlooking

thick and heavy. He ruffled his

as a bored looking waitress

at the patrons of the dinner. It was quiet here, nothing but the sound of the cook tapping his spatula against the griddle and the soft hum of dated music drifting out of an

“You’re thin, Lena.”

His jacket was covering my exposed shoulders and fell over- the slit up my thigh. I was thankful for that, but felt guilt as I noticed

through his lashes before settling his gaze back on his menu. “Not

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