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 of

“Didn’t Lena tell you?”

No, you’re not. You

mark on my shoulder was throbbing painfully

and I had no choice but to leave

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,

flashed with understanding the second

one person who could,

It was a city within a city, and I was breathing heavily by the time I reached the gate to the secluded back garden. It was ajar, the wrought iron handle still warm

the shadow of a thicket of towering palm trees tangled in

breathing deeply in the rich, humid air. It felt nice

***

*Lena*

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

“I deserved that–”

strangled sob. I reached

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

up with me,

you as far away from me as

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

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

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

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

only two Alpha

interrupted, his

my brow. “Realm? I don’t

It doesn’t matter, not yet.” He

talk about

“There are other things–”

fighting back tears as I looked into his eyes.

was evident in my voice, and he didn’t miss it. His face softened, his eyes misting for a moment before he

a moment. “You told me your mother was from Lycaon’s line… from the people of Lycenna. Well,

are you

explain!” he bellowed, then shook his head, mumbling an apology as

Lycaon created before he died. I rule it now. But, my line… my ancestors passed on powers like your own. It was

my breath, my mind reeling as his

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

are you

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

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

you alright?” I asked before I could stop myself. Every fiber of my being wanted to rush forward and throw

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

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