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.

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

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

Xander. I

“You used your powers.”

“I’m not who you think I am,” I whispered as tire truth rose like bile in my throat. “My name

a lock of hair from my face and tuck it

“You don’t understand-”

my hand from the railing, wrapping his hand around my chilled fingers. “You spent yourself using your

me? Wiry did

in private,” he said

and we were hit with a rush of warmth as we entered the crowded warehouse and walked

bar and began

doing? I

it to my lips. “This is your last college party though. Let’s live it up, for a minute. It’s

single flash of twinkling lights

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 with music

him, my chest pinned against his abs as he

This moment was perfect. The music and the alcohol made every thought, every stress, and every anxiety

waist, his fingers toying with the break

wearing

his lips grazed over the top of my

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 to talk about

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

into my hair, turning

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,

“Where’s your jacket?”

don’t know,” I said against his lips as he pulled me into a deeper embrace,

buy you a new one,” he growled

could feel his need through the jeans he was wearing, and I subconsciously ground myself against him.

going back

corrld say

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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 audience to the

what we needed to talk about brought me back to reality. The cold was biting into

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

and

him lead

thick and heavy. He ruffled his hair, sending little

bored looking

the cook tapping his spatula against the griddle and the soft hum of dated music drifting

“You’re thin, Lena.”

menu. 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 his amis

he replied firmly, glancing at me through his lashes before settling his gaze back

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