Sold AS The alpha King's Breeder

Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder Chapter 557

Chapter 57 : A Double Wedding?

*Lena*

Hanna of Red Lakes, the Luna Queen of Valoria, my mother, was the most emotionally controlled person I’d ever known.

And as her eyes grazed over the faded mark above my breast, the wound already healed and a muted white against my skin, her face didn’t change. She was expressionless, and her eyes gave me no hint of what she was thinking.

Her calmness in chaos used to infuriate me. Both of my parents were that way, although my father did have a flair for the dramatics from time to time. Mom? No. Even now, she remained stoic and unbothered.

Several moments passed before her eyes met mine again. I swallowed against the lump in my throat, tears threatening to spill from my eyes as she reached a hand out to cup my cheek.

“Why?” she asked so softly I had to read her lips instead of registering her words.

“I don’t know,” I whispered back, then hung my head in shame.

She walked over to me, tilting my chin with her fingers so I was looking into her face. “He didn’t say anything to any of us about it,” she replied.

She knelt on the ground before me, her voice a lullaby against the agony ripping through my heart. That tether that bound me to Xander went taunt for the first time since I’d left Morhan, searing through my body as I let my true feelings bubble to the surface of my mind.

“He said he wouldn’t,” I choked. “He said it was something for me to do, if I chose to. I didn’t… I loved him. Love… still do. But it hurts, Mom. Is it–is it supposed to hurt this bad?”

My makeup was running. I sniffled as she pulled me off the stool and into her chest, holding me like I was only a child and not a full-grown adult. She ran her hand over my back in a soothing motion that made me want to do nothing more than curl up in bed and listen as she read the book of folklore that always sat on my bedside table back home in Mirage.

“I’m so sorry,” I sobbed, but she shook her head and shushed me.

“There’s nothing to be sorry about. This was your decision to make–”

“I have no control over it, Mom. My emotions, everything is just–”

She pulled away from me and reached behind me for a tissue from the box on the vanity, lighting dabbing at my eyes. She gave me a kind, comforting smile.

swallowed back the frustration

prickle, and I folded them in the lap, biting my

Like, I

mine even though I’d broken away from her gaze. If anyone knew what this felt like, if anyone understood a

been something called a Dream Dancer, someone capable of traveling to what she called the “Spirit Realm,” a ribbon of sorts between the place of

into adolescence. Before she was my mother,

to use them. And in the end, she had defeated the greatest threat the

did more than dream dance. I could do much, much more. And I’d had my powers since I was

have you done with them?” she asked in the steadiest of voices, her hand

had I done with my powers? What had I done with them, besides blast Slate into

which led to a lengthy explanation about who Slate was and how Xander had confronted him that fateful day on my way to class, a moment that had been a catalyst to everything that happened to us from that

something about it… I couldn’t bring myself to tell her about Crimson Creek. My family, everyone but George, thought I’d just spent the last six

Creek was something I needed to handle myself, alone, if I needed to handle

thought of the blood root, and how it’d saved my life twice now, how the force of my power against Slate had nearly killed me,

sent a jolt of unease

if I’d been wrong about everything? What if that mysterious man from my darkest nightmare was my mate, and he was trying to save me from Xander,

musing as I looked up at her. She was still kneeling in front

thumbs to gently untangle my knitted fingers. Soft, white rose petals fell from the palm of my hands

as she stroked my wrists,

“You dream danced?”

it. I couldn’t make sense of it. I don’t

to press

this was

this would trump everything else–my degree, my career, my mate…. The mark had no meaning in terms of

I whispered, feeling

my smeared makeup, “but after you spend some time at home, maybe a few weeks.” She paused, gently wiping the tissue beneath my lashes as I looked into her eyes. “I know it’s not what you want, but

look of absolute heartbreak on my mom’s face shattered

though she were about to cry herself. “I never wanted this for

now. I’d never known her mother, a woman named Leera. She’d been a Lycennian woman, stolen away as a baby and raised in the West,

my mom had ever had a similar