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

“Didn’t Lena tell you?”

you’re not.

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

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

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

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

only one person who could, and she had no idea

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 gate to the secluded back garden. It was ajar, the wrought

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

breathing deeply in the rich, humid air. It felt

***

*Lena*

of the slap I’d just planted on Xander’s face reverberating through my body

was bleeding, the blood staining his teeth red in the eerie light

“I deserved that–”

it was only a strangled sob.

I’d

broke up with

you as far away from

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

said, wiping his mouth and straightening

his outfit, my eyes lingering on the 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

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

only two

this realm,” he interrupted,

swallowed, furrowing my brow. “Realm? I don’t

yet.” He took a step

talk about

“There are other things–”

breathed, fighting back tears as I looked into his

His face softened, his eyes misting for a

sighed, his face etched with pain for a moment. “You

you talking

head, mumbling an apology as he ran his hand over

created before he died. I rule it now. But, my line… my ancestors passed

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

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

you trying

her. I left

staggered back a step, pinching the bridge of his

you alright?” I 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

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

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