Sold AS The alpha King's Breeder

Sold As The Alpha King’s Breeder Chapter 554

Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder Chapter 554

Chapter 54 : You Have to Marry Him

*Lena*

The ballroom was situated toward the main entrance of the palace, and I found it rather easy to sneak into my room without being seen leaving the party.

The night was young, but I tore away at my gown anyway, struggling to find the zipper under the pale blue tulle that fell over my shoulder and down my back. I was panting by the time I’d stepped out of the dress and taken out the pin holding back my hair. I glanced in the mirror as I pulled on a silky pajama set, noticing my smudged makeup and overall disheveled appearance.

Xander was an Alpha? How could that possibly be? And where the hell was Egoren?

I paced the room, cleaning up the pins I’d shaken from my hair, and hung the dress back in the wardrobe. While my room was far removed from the ballroom, I could still feel the vibrations of music and chatter coming up from the carpeted floor, tingling up my legs as I paced.

But strangely enough, the back of my head began to tingle, like little pops of electricity going off inside my head. I blinked, scratching my temple as static filled my mind, followed my silence.

‘Where are you?’ Xander’s voice came through my mind, clear and edged with frustration.

I blinked again, furrowing my brow as I turned to face my reflection in the vanity.

‘I know you can hear me–’

‘Get out of my head!’ I said over the mind-link, adrenaline coursing through my skin as I looked around the room and then went to the window, standing to the side so no one below could see me.

‘We need to talk about this!’

‘I need to process what you’ve told me, Alpha King,’ I said with a hint of sarcasm.

He was quiet for a moment, then a low chuckle filled the far recesses of my mind. We were able to mind-link because of the mark; I knew that for certain. What I didn’t know was how to block him out. I retreated from the window and sat on the edge of the bed, gripping my knees.

‘Where are you?’ he repeated, but I shook my head, trying to will my mind to close whatever door he’d opened to me.

‘I’m in my room–’

‘And where is that? This place is… huge.’

‘You’re not coming up here–’

‘Second or third floor, then?’

‘Didn’t my uncle kick you out of the party?’ There was silence again, but only for a moment. I could feel the smirk touching his lips from wherever he was.

‘Quite the opposite, actually. I’m rather fond of your mother, and that tall woman… Luna Maeve?’

I paled, glancing out the window once more before I rose from the bed and slipped a robe over my pajamas. It wasn’t cold. It wasn’t ever cold in Avondale, but a chill ran through my body nonetheless.

‘What did you say to them?’

about us,’ he said, and I could tell he meant it. His voice caught, almost like he was disappointed. ‘That

anything about fair, Xander.’ I walked to the door and

ceased to tickle the recesses

a knock on

unlocked. I threw myself at the door

opening,

my full weight against him, which sent us spilling into the hallway. He yelped

sorry!” I cried, my robe caught on the royal broaches lining

the sash, and it dangled from

his head and then looked for any

would’ve killed us both if we got blood on the carpet. They just refurbished

I asked, reaching down to

straightened his tuxedo, then reached up to undo the tie he was wearing, loosening it from his neck. “Hiding,” he answered, a teasing grin on his face. “Just like you. Your mate is the

ex-girlfriend’s expense. He stepped past me into my

stood in the doorway,

going on?” he asked, tapping his fingers on

of your

everyone’s business,” he retorted,

from my robe, tossing it on a table near the door and

he been

he is,” Oliver said

“And?”

to

I pleaded, which caused Oliver to

mine, where Egoren is,

“W-what? As in–”

realm,” Oliver said dramatically, wiggling his fingers with a smug look

“That can’t be right–”

his betrothed,” Oliver sighed, arching his brows as he considered his next words,

mood, given the obvious rift between the

and he

he looked me up and down. “He told me as

“Kind of–”

as he waited for me to say something like, “Xander forced me into it,” or,

little lightheaded as I sank into

“Why? You’re not twenty-one–”

flashed

“Do you love him?”

on

But we

“You rejected each other?”

mind-link and the way my

stealing a glance in his

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