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,

didn’t realize he was holding me upright until I reached out to steady myself on the railing, wrapping my hand around the

know, Xander.

“You used your powers.”

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

lock of hair from my face and tuck it behind

“You don’t understand-”

hand from the railing, wrapping his hand

blood root help me? Wiry

this in private,” he said as a group passed

took 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

are you doing? I drought

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

in a single flash of twinkling lights Xander

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 with the

chest pinned against his abs

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

heightened when his hands traveled down my waist, his fingers toying with the break in the fabric over my hip bone. He chuckled, bending down to whisper into

not wearing underwear, are

I breathed, closing my eyes as his lips

faster and more sensual. His hands continued their exploration of my body. Abigail had been right about the dress. Xander couldn’t

this. We’d ended things. There was only one thing we needed to talk about

questions I had, everything I needed to know

he whispered into

around my temples. I didn’t know my mouth was slightly

“Where’s your jacket?”

lips as he pulled me into a

one,” he growled

his need through the jeans he was wearing, and I subconsciously ground myself

back to

corrld say

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place was across town, from what he said, and when I

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

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

snow-packed street and Xander stopped, pulling

I asked as I let him lead me into a booth near the window overlooking the

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

looking waitress set two menus

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

“You’re thin, Lena.”

very sick,” I mumbled, opening 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 as I noticed his amis prickle with gooseflesh.

through his lashes before settling his gaze back on his menu.

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