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.

you do to him, exactly?” he whispered, his hand gliding

upright until I reached out to steady myself

Xander. I

“You used your powers.”

at him, tears welling in my eyes despite my efforts to stop them. “I’m not who you think I am,” I whispered as tire truth rose like bile in

a lock of hair

“You don’t understand-”

to pull my hand from the railing,

root help me? Wiry did you go back

in private,” he said

my hand, but inside of leading me around the warehouse, he brought me back inside, and we were hit with a rush of warmth as we

and began to pour two

are you doing? I drought we needed to

it was heavily spiked; I could smell the liquor die second I brought it to my lips. “This is your last college party though. Let’s live it up, for a minute.

twinkling lights

along the sidewall long ago now, leaving my skin exposed for Xander to touch. His fingertips along

close to him, my chest pinned against his

and every anxiety I had flicker into embers to be replaced

feeling was only heightened when his hands traveled down my waist, his fingers toying with the break in the fabric over my hip bone. He chuckled, bending

wearing

I breathed, closing my eyes as his lips grazed

get faster and more sensual. His hands continued their exploration of my body. Abigail had

ended things. There was only one thing we needed to talk about now, and it had nothing to do with

needed to know just… faded into oblivion, leaving me wanting for only

here,” he whispered into my hair, turning

slightly ajar until he kissed me, his tongue sliding over my lips and then against my tongue. A fever shot through

“Where’s your jacket?”

against his lips as he pulled me into a deeper

you a new one,” he growled hungrily, his hands planted firmly on my

myself

going back

I corrld say was,

***

sidewalk but he caught me, murmuring about having to cany me back to his apartment. His place was across town, from

reality. The cold was biting into my skin as we walked, even with

the last thing I wanted to do. I wanted to be alone with him. I wanted to inn my fingernails

snow-packed street and Xander stopped,

as I let him lead me into a booth near the

and heavy. He ruffled his hair, sending little sprinkles of water

looking

of the cook tapping his spatula against the griddle and the

“You’re thin, Lena.”

covering my exposed shoulders and fell over- the slit up my thigh. I was thankful for that, but felt guilt as I noticed his amis prickle with gooseflesh. He was wearing only a tee shirt and jeans.

firmly, glancing at me through his lashes before settling his gaze back on his menu. “Not while

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