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.

you just say your mate?” Abigail asked, her mouth remaining ajar out

“Didn’t Lena tell you?”

me—No. No, you’re not. You

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 the train platform in Morhan had nearly killed me. The train had pulled out

danger without knowing it, and I had no choice but to leave her behind

was 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

I had said, well, that was yet to be seen. His eyes had flashed with understanding the second I spoke his brother’s name, however. The doors were opening,

who could, and

large as any castle I’d ever seen. It was a

I called out, stepping into the shadow of a thicket of towering palm trees tangled in

breathing deeply in the rich, humid

***

*Lena*

chest, 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

staining his teeth red in the eerie

“I deserved that–”

hell are you doing here?” I screamed, but in reality, it was only a strangled sob. I reached up to wipe my tears,

you, obviously,” he said, rubbing his cheek. I’d

broke up

get you as far away from me as possible until I

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

look beautiful, by the way,” he said,

royal crest on his sash. “Who are you?” I asked, meaning for it to come out harsh and cold, but my voice was a whisper edged with grief. I barely

near casually as he adjusted his sash. He

only

interrupted, his eyes

my brow. “Realm? I don’t

doesn’t matter, not yet.” He took a step

talk

“There are other things–”

fighting back tears as I

he didn’t miss it. His face softened, his eyes misting for a

a 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

you talking

explain!” he bellowed, then shook his head, mumbling

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 like your own. It was a curse, though–dark powers,

his weight as I held my breath, my mind reeling as

the White Queens, someone from your line, but removed. A distant cousin, perhaps. They were able

are you

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

to his feet, then staggered back a step, pinching the bridge

my being wanted to rush forward and

it didn’t sound like he meant it. He didn’t

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