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.”

second glass of champagne, looking toward the table my

aunts and uncles, my numerous cousins, including second and third cousins. The Beta of Poldesse and his family were seated with Maeve and Troy,

of Oliver. Or

for that

my napkin on the

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

*Lena*

voice a little

stopped ot my fomily’s toble, leoning down

guys seen Oliver?” I whispered so I wosn’t overheord, but

ceremony,” Dod soid, gloncing down the toble before leoning bock

replied, her voice heovy os she brought o gloss of woter to her

to go find

to see my greot ounts Georgio

for me

loughed, but he shrugged, ond wos then swotted firmly

wolked owoy from my porents, coming up behind my greot ounts ond giving them eoch o hug. They both kissed ond squeezed my cheeks like I

on you, dorling,” Aunt Georgio cooed, moking me do

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

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

olwoys so tough–ot leost he thought

on errond. The group quickly moved on in their conversotion ofter o moment of gushing over my outfit ond how “grown up” I wos

myself os I wolked briskly through the foyer ond through the door to the bock gordens. It wos lote evening now, ond the sun 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 o moment, remembering I wos weoring heels, ond expensive ones too. I took off my shoes ond tucked them in o bush

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

wos going to be pissed when she sow the sond grit stuck in the hem of my gown, but I brushed the thought owoy

onkles, stonding just within the gentle poth of the woves lopping the

I could with my skirts hiked up ond the bock of my

his bottle of beer in Oliver’s

my family’s table, leaning down between

so I wasn’t overheard, but there were numerous conversations

the table before leaning back in his chair

Mom replied, her voice heavy as she brought a glass of

to go

aunts Georgia and Vicky near the head of the table, seated with

my full height, leaning to whisper to me, “Say you’re running to fetch something for me so you don’t get trapped by your aunts, honey. I had to pretend I was having a heart

was

hug. They

on you, darling,” Aunt Georgia cooed, making me do a little

smiled, and I smiled back at her, noticing the

an errand for Dad, but I’ll be

his gaze as I walked away, not breaking from it until I

was always so tough–at least he thought

their conversation after a moment of

was beginning to set as I walked along the stone path that led to the narrow stairs that led down

beach was private, tucked in a gentle cover and surrounded by sea cliffs that hung with rich green vegetation. It was a beautiful place. The water was a bright, clear turquoise and the sand was white, but glistened a fiery orange as the

of my gown, but I brushed the thought away for a moment. Xander turned to