Sold AS The alpha King's Breeder

Sold As The Alpha King’s Breeder Chapter 553

Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder Chapter 553

Chapter 53 : The Alpha King of Egoren

*Xander*

If she didn’t know the truth, well, she knew now.

The look on her beautiful face was exactly what I thought it’d be as I walked up to her, bowing my head toward her in a formal greeting. But I gave her a wry smile as I straightened my neck, looking into her pale gray eyes as they widened.

I bobbed my head at Abigail, whose mouth gaped in surprise. Prince Oliver arched his brow at me, then looked at Lena, his face lined with confusion.

“You know this guy?” he said, pointing his thumb in my direction.

Lena snapped her mouth shut, her eyes narrowing and her shoulders trembling. She was going to bolt.

One, two, three…

She was gone in a flash, running out the open doors to the terrace and disappearing around the corner. I pursed my lips, tilting my head toward Abigail.

“How are you–”

“What the hell are you doing here!” Abigail hissed, her face flushing with all color.

“You know him too?” Prince Oliver was thoroughly confused, looking from me to Abigail as he waited for an explanation.

“I apologize,” I said, smiling at Oliver but not bowing. His rank was below mine, after all. “I’m Alexander Crimson, Alpha King of Egoren.”

“Alpha King?” they said in unison, to which I smiled, arching my brows.

“Did you say Crimson, as in Crimson Creek?” Abigail asked with marked confusion.

“Unrelated; that was merely a coincidence,” I replied, tapping my fingers on the glass of bourbon I was holding.

“I’ve never heard of Egoren–” Oliver began, but I waved my hand in dismissal.

“It’s far south–”

“South?” He crossed his arms over his chest, looking me up and down, his gaze settling on the crest pinned to my chest. “A new pack, then?”

“Very old, actually. Anyway, it’s been a pleasure. Congratulations on your new sister-in-law, Prince Charlie–I mean Oliver. I need to go find my mate.”

Oliver was seething, but I just couldn’t help myself. I’d spent the last hour trying to gain entrance to the ballroom, being stopped by everyone and their mothers it seemed. Before that, I’d spent the last week jetting across the entirety of the f*cking pack lands trying to find the couple that could help… help all of us. I’d been successful, and

Lena was who I was here for now.

I had an incredible amount of explaining to do.

Abigail asked, her mouth

“Didn’t Lena tell you?”

you’re not.

The mark on my shoulder was throbbing painfully as I walked the length of the terrace. Being a stone-cold bastard to her on the train platform in Morhan had nearly killed me. The train had pulled out

knowing it, and I had no choice but

that but remained the most powerful man in the pack lands because

was yet to be seen. His eyes had flashed with understanding the second

one person who could, and she

while, which I found exceedingly annoying. It wrapped around the whole castle, which was three times as large as any castle I’d ever seen. It was a city within a

of a

more, breathing deeply in the

***

*Lena*

the force of the slap I’d just planted on Xander’s face reverberating through my body as I staggered backward. He cussed, bending over as he held his cheek, then turned his head to look at

staining his teeth red in the eerie light of the moon drifting

“I deserved that–”

I screamed, but in reality, it was only a strangled sob. I reached up to wipe my tears,

rubbing his cheek. I’d left my handprint on the

up with

you as far away from me as possible until I figured

at him, crossing my arms over my chest. He huffed, then spit blood onto the sand-colored tiles beneath our

by the way,” he said, wiping his mouth and straightening

on his sash. “Who are you?” I asked, meaning for it to come out harsh and cold, but my voice

near casually as he adjusted his sash. He wasn’t even looking at me as he said

are only

interrupted,

furrowing my brow. “Realm? I

want to talk about that right now. It doesn’t matter, not yet.” He took

talk

“There are other things–”

tears as I

didn’t miss it. His face softened, his eyes misting for a moment before he cleared his throat and tucked his hands into the pockets of

face etched with pain for a moment. “You told me your mother was from Lycaon’s line… from the people

you

mumbling an apology

I rule it now. But, my line… my ancestors passed on powers like your own.

I held my breath, my mind reeling as his

someone with the powers of the White Queens, someone from your line, but removed. A distant cousin, perhaps. They were able to wed, to be together. They were

are you trying

mate was here, Lena. I left my home to find her. I left to find my

eyes widened as his dropped his gaze to his feet, then staggered back

before I could stop myself. Every fiber of my being wanted to rush forward and throw my arms around him, to comfort him, even

sound like he meant it. He

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