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.

your mate?” Abigail asked, her mouth remaining ajar out of

“Didn’t Lena tell you?”

me—No. No, you’re

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

had no choice

was a time when he’d just been the Alpha of Drogomor, his title hardly holding weight. Now, he 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

seen. His eyes had flashed with understanding the second I spoke his brother’s name, however. The doors were opening, so to speak, and we had

could, and

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

shadow of a

few steps more, breathing deeply in the rich, humid air. It

***

*Lena*

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 me, his teeth pulled

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

“I deserved that–”

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

obviously,” he said, rubbing his cheek. I’d left my handprint

broke up

far away from me as possible until I figured this

crossing my arms over my chest. He huffed, then spit blood onto

beautiful, by the way,” he said,

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

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

are only two Alpha

interrupted,

brow. “Realm? I

matter, not yet.” He took a step toward me, but I moved away, shaking

talk about

“There are other things–”

back tears as I looked into his

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

here a year ago. I was looking for something… someone, in particular.” He sighed, his face etched with pain for a

you talking

mumbling an apology as he ran his hand over his

people 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

his weight as I held my breath, my mind reeling as his eyes met mine

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

are you trying to

find her. I left to find

feet, then staggered back a step, pinching the bridge of his nose like he had

fiber of my being wanted to rush forward and throw

replied, but it didn’t sound like

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