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.

mate?” Abigail asked, her mouth remaining ajar out

“Didn’t Lena tell you?”

me—No. No, you’re not. You can’t

I’d seen Lena disappear. I could feel her. The mark on my shoulder was throbbing painfully as I walked the length of the terrace. Being a stone-cold bastard to her on

it, and I had no choice but to leave

titleless because he’d stepped down from all of that but remained the most powerful man in the pack lands because of the way he’d spread his family into positions of power that spanned continents. He was the King of the World, in my humble opinion. And

said, well, that was yet to be seen. His eyes had flashed with understanding the second I

person who could, and she had no

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 city, and I was

called out, stepping into the shadow of a thicket of towering palm

the rich, humid air.

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*Lena*

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 me, his teeth pulled back in a

the blood staining his teeth red in the eerie light of the moon drifting through the palm trees, shrouding us in

“I deserved that–”

strangled sob. I reached up to wipe my tears, praying to whoever was listening that my makeup

you, obviously,” he said, rubbing his cheek. I’d left my handprint on the side of his

up with me,

had to get you as far away from me as

my chest. He huffed, then spit blood onto the sand-colored tiles beneath

look beautiful, by the way,” he said, wiping his mouth

on the royal crest on his sash. “Who are you?” I asked, meaning for

casually as he adjusted his sash. He wasn’t even

are only two

realm,” he interrupted, his eyes

furrowing my brow. “Realm?

now. It doesn’t matter, not yet.” He took a step toward me,

will talk about

“There are other things–”

as I looked

miss it. His face softened, his eyes misting for a moment before he cleared his throat and tucked his hands into the

year ago. I was looking for something… someone, in particular.” He sighed, his face etched with pain for a moment. “You told me your mother was from Lycaon’s line… from the people of Lycenna. Well, so am I,

are you

head, mumbling an apology as

left your realm, starting new in the kingdom Lycaon created before he died. I rule it now. But, my line… my ancestors passed on powers

weight as I held my breath, my mind

with the powers of the White Queens, someone from your line, but removed. A

are you trying

home to find her. I left to find my Luna, the mother of my future

gaze to his feet, then staggered back

being wanted to rush forward and throw my arms around him, to comfort him, even though he

replied, but it didn’t sound like he meant it. He didn’t sound fine at

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