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Sold As The Alpha King’s Breeder Chapter 557

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 that coursed through my body like a wall

and I folded them in the lap, biting my lip so hard I

to. Like, I could do it.

listening intently, her eyes not leaving mine even though I’d broken away from her gaze. If anyone knew what this felt like, if anyone

traveling to what she called the

only much, much stronger as the years went by and she grew into adolescence. Before she was my mother, Hanna of Red Lakes had just been a reclusive, silent person, always lost in the

opened something inside of her that allowed her powers to manifest. My grandmother had trained her to use them. And in the end, she had defeated the greatest threat the pack lands had ever seen–a woman,

dance. I could do much, much more. And I’d had my

she asked in the steadiest of voices, her

I done with them, besides

confronted him that fateful day on

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 weeks near Red Lakes. No one questioned it. No one thought

bones that what happened in Crimson Creek was something I

now, how the force of my power against Slate had nearly killed me, but the blood root had brought me back to life. And

him, which sent a jolt of unease rippling over

nightmare was my mate, and he was trying to save me from Xander, and not the

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

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

a serious note as she

“You dream danced?”

I was ill when I had it. I couldn’t make sense of it. I don’t remember much

in to press her forehead against

this

career, my mate…. The mark had no

feeling nothing 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 Rosalie… your grandmother. She’s

protested, and the look of absolute heartbreak on my mom’s

as though she were about

known her mother,

wondered if my mom had ever

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