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.

do to him, exactly?” he

reached out to steady myself on the railing, wrapping my

know, Xander.

“You used your powers.”

despite my efforts to stop them. “I’m not who you think I am,” I whispered as tire truth rose like bile in my throat. “My name is Selene.

a lock of hair from my face and tuck it behind

“You don’t understand-”

to pull my hand from the railing, wrapping his hand around my chilled fingers.

the blood root help me? Wiry

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

brought me back inside, and we were hit with a rush of warmth

and began to pour two

are you doing? I drought

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

and in a single flash of twinkling lights Xander had his arm

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 with the

to him, my chest pinned against his

and the alcohol made every thought, every stress, and every anxiety I had flicker

with the break in the fabric over my hip bone. He chuckled, bending

not wearing

as his lips

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

supposed to be like this. We’d ended things. There was only one thing we needed

needed

here,” he whispered into my hair, turning me around

head, and my hair was damp with sweat around my temples. I didn’t know my mouth was slightly

“Where’s your jacket?”

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

one,” he growled hungrily, his hands

was wearing, and I subconsciously ground myself against him. He

back to

I corrld say

***

the warehouse. I slipped on the snow-covered sidewalk but he caught me, murmuring about having to cany me back to his apartment. His place was across town, from what he said, and when I argued that we could go to mine, he shook his head, saying he didn’t want an

mention of what we needed to talk about brought me back to reality. The cold was biting into my skin as

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

crossed a snow-packed street and Xander stopped, pulling

him lead me into a booth

falling again, thick and heavy. He ruffled his hair, sending little sprinkles of water over our

a bored looking waitress

of the cook tapping his spatula against the griddle and the soft hum of dated music drifting out of an old jukebox in the far

“You’re thin, Lena.”

the slit up my thigh. I was thankful for that, but felt guilt as I noticed

before settling his gaze back on his menu. “Not while you’re wearing that dress. That’s

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