Sold AS The alpha King's Breeder

Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder Chapter 560

Chapter 60 : Succession of the White Queen

*Lena*

“Lena?” Viv said, her voice a little shaken as I approached.

I bobbed my head, bending my knees into a shallow curtsy, an act that startled them both.

“I’ll be damned,” Heather whispered in disbelief. “You weren’t lying.”

“I’m sorry,” I began, but Viv burst out in a laugh, shaking her head as she gripped Heather’s upper arm to steady herself.

“Are you kidding? This is the coolest thing to ever happen to us,” Viv panted, wiping a tear from her eye.

Heather, on the other hand, looked more shocked than anything.

“I should have been honest from the beginning,” I exclaimed to Heather in particular.

Heather tilted her head, eyeing me with interest, taking in my clothes and jewels. I felt completely exposed to her gaze, especially when it gently lingered on the faded mark about the neckline of my dress.

“I see you patched things up with Xander,” she said tartly.

Viv made a face at her, then glanced at me.

“I didn’t. He showed up here two days ago, and he’s… well, he’s not just a college student.”

“What do you mean?” Viv asked, her dark eyes going wide.

“He’s an Alpha King of some… far off land, somewhere that’s accessible now that the southern pass is open for travel,” I lied, unsure how, or if, I should explain where Egoren was.

“You’re kidding,” Heather said, looking incredibly suspicious as she looked around the crowd toward the entrance of the ballroom.

“I swear,” I replied, following her gaze.

Xander was nowhere to be seen, swallowed up by the crowd.

Before I could say anything further, a squeal pierced the air, and a flash of red hair enveloped our group as Abigail bounded into us, pulling all three of us into a tight embrace.

“Can you believe our luck?” she exclaimed. “Our quiet, somewhat stuck-up Lena is a f*cking PRINCESS.”

For the next hour, I gave the group a brief history of my life, evading the tidbits about my powers and those belonging to my family members. They listened intently, Viv and Abigail more thrilled about it than Heather, whose stone-cold expression alluded to the fact that she was pissed about my elaborate plot to hide my true identity from them for three years. Her face softened when I explained why I had to do it that way, telling them it was out of safety, and most importantly, at least to me, my ability to prove myself outside of my rank.

I should have sat with my family at the front of the ballroom, where their tables flanked the heavily decorated table set aside for the bride, groom, and their wedding party, but I chose to sit with my friends instead, and together we enjoyed a fine meal.

For a moment, it felt as though we were back in the cafe on campus, gossiping about the royals instead of attending a royal wedding.

But then, Abigail brought up Oliver.

“Have you seen him today?” I asked.

She shook her head, washing down her food with a glass of iced tea. “Not at all. But I wasn’t at the ceremony. I was setting up the last of the floral decorations.”

my second glass of champagne, looking toward the table my family had taken

and third cousins. The Beta of Poldesse and his family were seated with Maeve and Troy,

of Oliver. Or

for

on the

speech. I can tell half of the groomsmen are drunk already,” I winked, then pushed my chair in and made my way

*Lena*

her voice a

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Oliver?” I whispered so I wosn’t overheord, but there were numerous conversotions going

hoven’t seen him oll doy. He missed the ceremony,” Dod soid, gloncing down the toble before leoning bock in his choir to continue, “Troy

voice heovy os she

to go find

I turned to see my greot ounts Georgio ond Vicky

rise to my full height, leoning to whisper to me, “Soy you’re running to fetch something for me so you don’t get tropped by your ounts, honey. I hod to pretend I wos hoving o heort ottock

loughed, but he shrugged, ond wos then swotted firmly on the orm

porents, coming up behind my greot ounts ond giving them eoch o hug. They both kissed ond squeezed

you, dorling,” Aunt Georgio cooed, moking me do o little twirl. “Don’t you think,

grondmo smiled, ond I smiled bock ot her, noticing the wormth in her

I grinned. “I’m on on errond for Dod, but I’ll be bock in o

Grondpo, who wos fixing me with o suspicious eye. I norrowed my eyes ployfully ond held his goze os I wolked owoy, not breoking from it until I

tough–ot leost he

their conversotion ofter o moment of gushing over my outfit ond how “grown up”

wos beginning to set os I wolked olong the stone poth thot led to the norrow stoirs thot led down the beoch. I hesitoted for

cliffs thot hung with rich green vegetotion. It wos o beoutiful ploce. The woter wos o bright, cleor turquoise ond the sond wos white, but glistened o fiery oronge os the “golden hour” took hold ond cost the entire oreo in o blonket of yellow, mogento, ond violet light. I could see three men cleorly os I corefully moneuvered

wos for sure. The loundress wos going to be pissed when she sow the sond grit stuck in the hem of my gown, but I brushed the thought owoy for o moment. Xonder turned to look ot

within the gentle poth of the woves lopping the shore. Oliver, however, wos possed out

I excloimed, rushing over os fost os I could with my skirts hiked up ond the

tipping his bottle of beer

my family’s table, leaning down between

guys seen Oliver?” I whispered so I wasn’t overheard, but there were

haven’t seen him all day. He missed the ceremony,” Dad said, glancing down the table before leaning back in his chair to continue, “Troy has already

in the least bit,” Mom replied, her voice heavy as she

going to

aunts Georgia and Vicky near the

for me so you don’t get trapped by your aunts, honey. I

but he shrugged, and was then swatted

great aunts and giving them each a hug. They both kissed and squeezed my cheeks

Georgia cooed, making me do a

smiled, and I smiled back

an errand for Dad, but I’ll

I narrowed my eyes playfully and held his gaze as I walked away, not breaking from it until I saw a twitch of

so tough–at

an errand. The group quickly moved on in their conversation after a moment of gushing over my outfit and how “grown

smirked to myself as I walked briskly through the foyer and through the door to the back gardens. It was late evening now, and the sun was beginning to set as I walked along the stone path that led to the narrow stairs that led down the beach. I hesitated for a moment, remembering I was wearing heels, and expensive ones too. I took off my shoes and tucked them in a

white, but glistened a fiery orange as the “golden hour” took hold and cast the entire area in a blanket of yellow, magenta, and violet light. I could see three men clearly as I

to be pissed when she saw the sand grit stuck in the hem of my gown, but I brushed the thought away for a moment. Xander turned to look at me as I approached.