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?’

meant it. His voice caught, almost

to the door and flipped off

ceased to tickle the recesses

then there was a knock on

the barrier, noticing I’d left it unlocked. I threw myself at the door as

it from opening, and I would have

him, which sent us spilling into the hallway.

cried, my robe caught on the royal broaches lining his sash as I tried to roll

He reached up and unclasped the sash, and it dangled from my

his head and then looked for any traces of blood on his finger. He

both if we got blood on the carpet.

I asked, reaching down

his tuxedo, then reached up to undo the tie he was wearing, loosening it from his neck. “Hiding,” he answered, a

grin grew a little wider at his ex-girlfriend’s expense. He stepped past me into my room and flipped on the light, then sat on the edge of

the doorway,

me what’s going on?” he

of

business,” he retorted, tilting his

picked the sash from my robe, tossing it on a table near the door and walked inside, closing and

has he

explaining who he is,” Oliver said causally, examining

“And?”

to

exactly?” I pleaded, which caused Oliver to shift his weight

and mine, where Egoren is, for one. Soren,

“W-what? As in–”

said dramatically, wiggling his fingers with a smug look on

“That can’t be right–”

a little skeptical. He asked him a bunch of questions before Mom told him to go tend to his betrothed,” Oliver sighed, arching his brows as he

obvious rift between the two brothers. But

did you know?” I asked, and he knew exactly

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

“Kind of–”

he waited for me to say something

little lightheaded as I sank into

“Why? You’re not twenty-one–”

into his eyes. Understanding flashed behind

“Do you love him?”

weight on the stool, crossing

do. But

“You rejected each other?”

the mind-link and the way my mark was still

answered, stealing

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