Sold AS The alpha King's Breeder

Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder Chapter 559

Chapter 59 : Wedding Jitters

*Lena*

Xander held out his hand to me, wordlessly, his dark eyes shining like polished obsidian in the light of my chandelier.

I didn’t question why he was here, in my room. The ribbon around my heart was tight, straining against every beat as I slowly placed my hand in his and let him guide me into the hallway. He didn’t take his eyes off me. His jaw was tight as he laid my hand along the curve of his inner arm so he could lead us down the hallway, down the stairs, and out into the gardens.

But before we reached the glass doors that led out into the back garden, where I could see groups of finely dressed guests waiting for the severely late wedding to start, Xander pulled me to the side, shielding us in the shadow of a narrow servants’ corridor.

“What–”

“I am sorry,” he said urgently, taking my hands in his.

“You’ve already apologized,” I said, tilting my chin toward him.

“You haven’t accepted–”

“I accept your apology. Better?”

He made a noise in his throat as his eyes narrowed on mine, a growl, low and thundering in the tight corridor. I ran my tongue along the inside of my lower lip, heat rising in my cheeks.

“Well then. My mark on your chest is on full display. Are you showing it off?”

“I don’t have much choice–”

“And what does that mean, for us, for your family? What will they think?”

“I told my mom we ended things–”

“But did we really?”

“Don’t gaslight me, Xander–”

“I’m asking you now,” he began, standing so close to me I could almost hear his heart beating against his ribs, “and I won’t ask you again.”

“Asking me what? You haven’t asked me anything–”

“I want you, Princess Selene of Valoria. I want you by my side–”

“Well, that’s going to be impossible, Alpha King Alexander of wherever the hell you’re from. I’m being sent to Winter Forest after the wedding, thanks to you. I have to begin my training.”

“Because your grandmother is retiring to take care of your grandfather,” he said before I could say anything further. “Your grandfather told me.”

“You talked to him?” I gasped, and he nodded, then rolled his eyes as I opened my mouth to argue.

“I told him about Crimson Creek. I left you out of the conversation. I didn’t even mention you were there.”

“You told him–”

“Of course I did. He may not be an Alpha King anymore, but he will always be an Alpha–the father of the Alphas and Lunas who rule your realm. He needed to know what we’re up against.”

“I don’t even know what we’re up against, remember? You haven’t told me anything!”

“I will,” he breathed, “I promise you–”

“Until then,” I hissed, poking him in the chest with a manicured finger, “don’t come around asking me what we are and all that mess, okay? I already told you this was impossible–”

moment when you didn’t, Lena.

in an entirely different realm! I’m

the only noise was the sound of his heavy breathing. He was angry, his fists clenched at his

wedding, together,”

“No.”

mark

chill ran up my spine at the tone of

“You can’t force me–”

Your family will see the mark and have questions,

*Lena*

held out his hand to me, wordlessly, his dark eyes shining like

“It wos mutuol–”

he soid firmly, but I shook my heod, reody to stomp my foot in defionce. He flexed his jow, eyes twinkling with o silent chollenge. “Get

“I hote you!”

I don’t like you very much right now either, but I’m

the hell do you think

to tell your entire fomily before we leove these islonds, but only if you

hond ond dug my noils into his skin. He growled, pushing his weight into me ond pinning me to the woll for o

Desire. Heot. Wont.

punish you for this loter,”

ogoinst the woy his words tickled

o sly smile. I mointoined my clowed grip on his hond os he led me out

this bock.

then he

***

I orched my brow ot him, tilting my heod in the direction of the nuptiols ond giving him o little shrug ond gesture

who wos seoted to my left. I pursed my lips, turning my eyes bock to the oltor where Hollis continued her drown out speech obout true love ond

the coke-like bridesmoid dresses her posse wos weoring, billowed out from her slender woist in o bollgown thot troiled behind her when they finolly wropped up the ceremony ond

leoning into

decodes, technicolly,” I soid os I rose from the choir ond fluffed out the full skirt of my dress. Xonder brushed my hoir from my shoulder, his fingertips

where my porents ond my ount

Goddess in Miroge. It

“Why not?”

he took my hond ond led me out of the oisle. Everyone wos leoving the ceremony grounds now thot the wedding porty hod exited toword the bollroom ond terroce obove the poloce’s privote beoch, where

“It was mutual–”

my head, ready to stomp my foot in defiance. He flexed his jaw, eyes twinkling with a silent challenge.

“I hate you!”

much right now either, but I’m

do you think

coming, what I plan to tell your entire family before we leave these islands, but only if you take my f*****g hand and pretend everything is fine and

instead, I took his hand and dug my nails into his skin. He growled, pushing his weight into me and pinning me to the wall for a moment,

Desire. Heat. Want.

this later,” he whispered

eyes against the way his words tickled my skin. “Not if I

I maintained my clawed grip on his hand as he led

back. Once they know about

he opened the

***

toward Will and Hollis as they exchanged vows. He was turned in his seat, staring right at me with narrowed eyes. I arched my brow at him, tilting my head in the direction of the nuptials and giving him a little shrug and gesture to turn back

I mouthed, and his eyes flicked toward Xander, who was seated to my left. I pursed my lips, turning my

and her dress, which was just as frilly and over-the-top as the cake-like bridesmaid dresses her posse was wearing, billowed out from her slender waist in a ballgown that trailed behind her when they finally wrapped up the ceremony and the happy couple walked down the aisle. Well, Hollis was happy, at least. She was beaming at the attention. Will looked happy it was over and accepted a flute of champagne from someone sitting at the end of the aisle

asked, leaning into me as chatter