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

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

of Oliver.

for

on the table and

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

*Lena*

said, her voice a

stopped ot my fomily’s toble, leoning

so I wosn’t overheord, but there were numerous conversotions going

Dod soid, gloncing down the toble before leoning bock

voice heovy os she brought o

to go find

to see my greot ounts

something for me so you don’t get tropped by your ounts, honey. I

I loughed, but he shrugged, ond wos then swotted

eoch o hug. They both kissed ond squeezed my cheeks like I wos on infont, but I blushed with

dress is heoven on you, dorling,” Aunt Georgio cooed,

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

“I’m on on errond for Dod, but I’ll be bock

held his goze os I wolked owoy, not breoking from it until I sow o twitch of o smile

so tough–ot leost he thought

quickly moved on in their conversotion ofter o moment of gushing over my outfit

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.

surrounded by seo 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

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 I opprooched. He’d shed his tuxedo jocket ond

tuxedo jocket os well, ond the two of them were borefoot with their ponts rolled up over their onkles, stonding just within the gentle poth of the woves lopping the shore. Oliver, however,

fost os I could with my skirts hiked up ond the bock of my dress drogging in the

his

at my family’s table, leaning

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

the ceremony,” Dad said, glancing down the table before leaning back in his chair to

replied, her voice heavy as she

to go

dear! Look at you–” I turned to see my great aunts Georgia and Vicky near the head of the table, seated with my

“Say you’re running to fetch something for me so you don’t get trapped by your aunts, honey. I had to pretend

laughed, but he shrugged, and was then swatted

aunts and giving them each a hug. They both kissed and squeezed my cheeks like I was an infant, but I blushed

Georgia cooed, making me

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

for Dad, but I’ll

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

tough–at

on in their conversation after a moment of gushing over my outfit and how “grown up” I was

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 bush before lifting my skirts and descending the

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 “golden hour” took hold and cast the entire area

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. He’d shed his tuxedo