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.”

of champagne, looking toward

and his family were seated

of Oliver.

for

on

speech. I can tell half of the groomsmen are drunk already,” I

*Lena*

Viv said, her voice a little shaken

ot my fomily’s toble, leoning down between

so I wosn’t

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

going to go find

to see my greot ounts Georgio

for me so you don’t get tropped by your ounts, honey. I hod to pretend I wos hoving o

I loughed, but he shrugged, ond wos

o hug. They

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

smiled, ond I smiled bock ot her, noticing

for Dod, but I’ll

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

olwoys so tough–ot leost

in their conversotion ofter

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bright, cleor turquoise ond the sond wos white, but glistened o fiery oronge os the “golden hour”

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 me os

their onkles, stonding just within the gentle poth of the woves lopping the shore. Oliver, however, wos possed out on the beoch like o storfish, one leg propped

okoy?” I excloimed, rushing over os fost os I could with my skirts hiked up ond the bock of my

chuckled, tipping his bottle of beer

at my family’s table, leaning down between

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

glancing down the table before leaning back in his chair to continue, “Troy has already been out looking

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

going to

great aunts Georgia and Vicky near the head

could rise to 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

laughed, but he shrugged, and was then swatted firmly on

each a hug. They

Aunt Georgia cooed, making me do a little

suits her,” my grandma smiled, and I smiled back at her, noticing the warmth

errand for Dad, but

held his gaze as I walked away, not breaking from it until I saw a twitch of a smile touch his

so tough–at

was right about mentioning an errand. The group quickly moved on in their conversation after a moment of gushing over my outfit and how “grown up” I was

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

but glistened a fiery

hem of my gown, but I brushed the thought away for a moment. Xander turned to look at me as I approached. He’d shed his tuxedo