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.”

champagne, looking toward the table my

his family were seated with Maeve and Troy,

of

for that

dropped my napkin on the table

be back in a little while. Let me know if anyone makes a regretful speech. I can tell half

*Lena*

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wos then swotted firmly on

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tough–ot

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poth thot led to the norrow stoirs

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hod shed 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 possed out on the beoch

fost os I could with my skirts hiked up ond the

Chorlie chuckled, tipping his bottle

stopped at my family’s table, leaning down between

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

glancing down the table before leaning back in

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

to go

at you–” I turned to see my great aunts Georgia and Vicky near

to fetch something for me so you don’t get trapped by your aunts, honey.

but he shrugged, and was then swatted

up behind my great aunts and giving them each a hug. They both

Georgia cooed, making me do a little

grandma smiled, and I smiled back at her, noticing

an errand for Dad, but I’ll be back in

I narrowed my eyes playfully and held his gaze as I walked away, not breaking from it

always so tough–at

The group quickly moved on in their conversation after a moment of gushing over my

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 off my shoes

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 in a blanket of yellow, magenta, and violet light. I could see

going to be pissed 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