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 remaining ajar

“Didn’t Lena tell you?”

me—No. No, you’re

two long strides, Oliver hollering after me as I stepped out onto the terrace and walked briskly around the corner where 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 the train platform in

danger without knowing it, and I had no choice

that but remained the most powerful man in the pack lands because of the way he’d spread his family into positions

he’d believed a word 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, so to speak, and we had no way to stop

one person who could, and she

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 breathing heavily by the time I reached the

stepping into the shadow of a thicket of towering

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

***

*Lena*

and I stifled a scream as I held it to my 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 turned his

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

“I deserved that–”

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

cheek. I’d

broke up

from me as possible

my chest. He huffed,

said, wiping his mouth and

looked over his outfit, my eyes lingering on the royal crest on his sash. “Who are you?” I asked, meaning for it

Alpha King of Egoren,” he said softly, damn near casually as he adjusted his sash. He wasn’t even looking at

only

realm,” he interrupted, his eyes piercing

swallowed, furrowing my brow. “Realm?

to talk about that right now. It doesn’t matter, not yet.” He took a step toward me,

talk about

“There are other things–”

tears as I looked into his

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

for a moment. “You told me your mother was from Lycaon’s line… from the

you talking

head, mumbling an apology as he ran his hand

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

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

but removed. A distant cousin, perhaps. They were able to wed, to be

are you trying

her. I left to find

gaze to his feet, then staggered back a step, pinching

asked before I could stop myself. Every fiber of my being wanted to rush forward and throw my arms around him, to comfort him, even though he didn’t deserve

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

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