Sold AS The alpha King's Breeder

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.

she asked, and I swallowed back the

fingers began to prickle, and I folded them in the lap,

a few months. What Xander made me feel in all… in all aspects… I felt like I could rip the world in half if I wanted to. Like, I could do it. I can

her eyes not leaving mine even though I’d broken away from her gaze. If anyone knew what this felt like, if anyone understood a shred of what I was

Dream Dancer, someone capable of traveling to what she called the “Spirit Realm,” a ribbon

into adolescence. Before she was

had trained her to use them. And in

I could do much, much more.

done with them?” she asked in the

What had I done with them, besides blast Slate into oblivion, or

had confronted him that fateful day on my way to class, a moment that had been a catalyst

tell her, to tell anyone with the means to do something about it… I couldn’t bring myself to tell her about Crimson Creek. My family, everyone but George,

in Crimson Creek was something I needed to handle

root, and how it’d saved my life twice now, how the force of my power against Slate had nearly killed me, but the blood root had brought me back to life. And

twinged at the thought of him, which sent a jolt of unease rippling over my skin. He’d called me

man from my darkest nightmare was my mate, and he was trying to save

my mother’s tense demeanor until I broke from my musing as I looked up at her. She was still kneeling in front

the palm of my hands and drifted down onto the floor where they quickly

as she stroked my wrists, her touch cooling the fire blazing

“You dream danced?”

ill when I had it. I couldn’t make sense

to press her forehead against mine. “It’s time,

this

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

whispered, feeling

my lashes as I looked into her eyes. “I know it’s not what you want, but Rosalie… your grandmother. She’s the

the look of absolute heartbreak on my mom’s face

she were about to cry herself. “I

could feel the generational strain between us–a mother and daughter, the same as she’d been with her own mother, long ago now. I’d never known her mother,

ever had a similar

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