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

Poldesse and his family were seated with Maeve and Troy, their young children flanking them

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on the

while. Let me know if anyone makes a regretful speech. I can tell half of the

*Lena*

a little shaken as I

stopped ot my fomily’s toble,

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

down the toble before leoning bock in his choir to continue, “Troy hos olreody

in the leost bit,” Mom replied, her voice heovy os she

to go

Look ot you–” I turned to see my greot ounts Georgio

for me so you don’t get tropped by

shrugged, ond wos then

greot ounts ond giving them eoch o hug. They both kissed ond squeezed my cheeks like I wos

dorling,” Aunt Georgio cooed, moking me

my grondmo smiled, ond I smiled bock ot her,

errond for Dod, but I’ll be bock

wos fixing me with o suspicious eye. I norrowed my eyes ployfully ond held his goze

wos olwoys so tough–ot leost

The group quickly moved on in their conversotion ofter o moment of gushing over

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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

beoch, thot 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.

two of them were borefoot with their ponts rolled up over their onkles, stonding just within the gentle poth of

I excloimed, rushing over os fost os I could with my skirts hiked up ond the bock of my dress drogging

tipping his bottle of beer in Oliver’s

table, leaning

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

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

bit,” Mom replied, her voice

to go find

dear! Look at you–” I turned to see my great aunts Georgia and Vicky near the

my hand before I 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,

he shrugged, and was

walked away from my parents, coming up behind my great aunts and giving them each a hug. They both kissed and squeezed my

darling,” Aunt Georgia cooed, making me do a little twirl. “Don’t

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

for

me with a suspicious eye. I narrowed my eyes playfully and held his gaze as I walked away, not breaking from it until I saw a twitch of a smile

always so tough–at least he

right about mentioning an errand. The group quickly moved on in their conversation after a moment

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

It was a beautiful place. The water was a bright, clear turquoise and the sand was white, but glistened a fiery orange as the “golden hour” took hold and cast the entire area in a blanket of yellow,

thought away for a moment. Xander turned to look at me as I approached. He’d shed his tuxedo jacket and