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.

he whispered, his

I reached out to steady myself on the railing, wrapping my hand around

Xander. I really

“You used your powers.”

not who you think I am,” I whispered as tire

he replied, reaching up to brush a lock of hair from my face and

“You don’t understand-”

he interrupted, then reached out to pull my hand from the railing, wrapping his hand

did the blood root help me? Wiry did

private,” he said as a group passed us

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

the bar and began to pour

doing? I drought we needed to

handing me 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 your last college party though. Let’s live it up, for a minute. It’s still

a single flash of twinkling lights Xander had his arm around my waist,

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 with music as he moved

to him, my chest pinned against his abs as he held

This moment was perfect. The music and the alcohol made every thought, every stress, and every anxiety I had flicker into embers to be replaced by

waist, his fingers toying with the break in the fabric over

wearing underwear,

as his lips grazed over the top of my

exploration of my body. Abigail had been right about

wasn’t supposed to be like this. We’d ended things. There was only one thing we needed to talk about now, and it had nothing to do with

myself, though. All of the questions I had, everything I needed

out of here,” he whispered into my hair, turning me

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

“Where’s your jacket?”

I said against his lips as he pulled me into a

he growled hungrily, his

subconsciously ground myself against him. He hitched his breath, then smiled

back to

I corrld

***

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

into

was the last thing I wanted to do. I wanted to be alone with him. I wanted to

street and Xander stopped, pulling into a

here?” I asked as I let him lead

was falling again, thick and heavy. He ruffled his hair, sending

a bored looking waitress set two menus on the

shifted my weight in the booth, looking around 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 old jukebox in

“You’re thin, Lena.”

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

his gaze back on his menu. “Not while you’re wearing

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