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?”

you’re

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

I had no choice

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

a word I had said, well, that was yet to be seen. His eyes had flashed with understanding the second I spoke his

was only one person who could, and she had no

was three times as large as any castle I’d ever seen. It was a city within

the shadow of a thicket of

breathing deeply in the rich, humid air. It felt

***

*Lena*

face reverberating through my body as I staggered backward. He cussed, bending over as

his teeth red in the eerie light of

“I deserved that–”

only a strangled sob. I reached up to wipe my tears, praying

I’d

up with me,

get you as far away from me as

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

way,” he said, wiping his mouth and straightening

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

damn near casually as he adjusted his sash.

are only two

he interrupted, his eyes piercing

furrowing my brow. “Realm? I

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

will talk about

“There are other things–”

tears as I looked into

misting for a moment before he cleared his throat and

particular.” He sighed, his face etched with pain for a moment. “You told me your mother was

you

he bellowed, then shook his head, mumbling

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

as I held my breath, my mind reeling as

line, but removed. A distant cousin, perhaps. They

you trying to

left my home to find her. I

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

before I could stop myself. Every fiber of my being wanted to rush forward and throw my arms around him, to comfort him, even

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