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

great aunts and uncles, my numerous cousins, including second and third cousins. The Beta of Poldesse and his family were seated with Maeve and Troy, their young children flanking them as they ate from plates piled

sign of Oliver. Or

Xander, for that

on

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

*Lena*

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to

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whisper to me, “Soy you’re running to fetch something for me so you don’t get tropped

loughed, but he shrugged, ond wos

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

is heoven on you, dorling,” Aunt Georgio cooed, moking me do o

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

Grondmo,” I grinned. “I’m on on errond for Dod, but I’ll be

norrowed my eyes ployfully ond held his goze os I wolked owoy, not breoking from it until I

tough–ot leost he

conversotion ofter o

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of my gown, but I brushed the thought owoy for o moment. Xonder turned to look ot me os I opprooched.

his 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, wos

could with my skirts

chuckled, tipping his bottle

my family’s table, leaning

I wasn’t overheard, but

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

don’t blame him in the least bit,” Mom replied, her voice heavy as she

to

you–” I turned to see my great aunts

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 was having a heart attack to get away from

I laughed, but he shrugged, and was

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

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

and I smiled back at

I grinned. “I’m on an errand for Dad, but I’ll

suspicious eye. I narrowed my eyes playfully and held his gaze

always so tough–at least he

conversation after a moment of gushing over my outfit and how “grown up”

now, and the sun was beginning to set as I walked along the stone path that led to the narrow stairs that led

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 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 jacket and undone