Sold AS The alpha King's Breeder

Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder Chapter 561

Chapter 61 : Loosen Up, White Queen

*Xander*

Fire was burning behind Lena’s eyes, and it wasn’t the reflection of the sunset turning her pale gray irises a fiery red, no. Poor Charlie. He looked utterly confused at her sudden wrath. She looked exquisite in her blood red gown, but with her cheeks and eyes flaming, she looked more like a demon born from ash and embers than a regal princess.

“Lena, let’s just take a step back–” I tried to say, but her gaze flicked to me, her mouth pulling at the corners to form a tight line.

“What the hell are you talking about, Charlie?” she snapped.

Charlie arched his brow, shifting his weight as he opened and closed his mouth like a fish. “Mom isn’t going to be a White Queen–”

“But she is a White Queen!”

Lena looked incredibly young at the moment. She was ready to start stomping her foot, her fists clenched and trembling at her sides. I painfully realized, for the first time, what she was up against, and why she’d been fighting tooth and nail against her family for her entire life.

None of this was up to her. This was her blood, the very air that she breathed.

“Not like… not like you are–” Charlie said in a low warning tone, his eyes flicking to me, then back to her. He tilted his head in her direction, trying to physically get his point across.

“Because of her powers?” I asked, crossing my hands over my chest.

Lena sniffed indignantly, swallowing hard with her jaw set, and flexed. Charlie eyed me up and down, then gave me a single tight nod.

“So you know?”

“A bit,” I answered. “What exactly does this mean for her? She’s being crowned–”

“I have no idea how any of this works,” Charlie bit out before Lena could cut in, holding his hand out to silence her. “I just know our grandpa isn’t in the best of health and is refusing help from everyone. Our grandma wants to step back from her duties and spend what time she has left with him, you know.”

“Is it really that serious?” Lena said, her voice breaking.

Charlie only shrugged, looking into the depths of his bottle of beer.

“I was under the impression he couldn’t die, you know, from what our moms told us,” she said.

“What?” I said, shaking my head as if I had sand stuck in my ear. “I’m sorry, I don’t think I heard you correctly–”

“You did,” Lena replied, her words sharpened like a blade. “Welcome to the fantasy that is our family, Xander.”

Charlie smirked, not making eye contact with either of us.

“I really don’t understand what you meant by that,” I pressed, my mind reeling. “Can you, uh–”

“It doesn’t matter, Xander. Why do you even care?” Lena snapped.

“Chill out, Lena. Don’t

tell me

sand between them. At first, I didn’t see much of a resemblance between Lena and her family members. But seeing her and Charlie go toe to toe, well… the similarities weren’t physical,

barked, raising my voice above

shape of their eyes. They were

the blatant fact that she was different. Her eyes were such a pale gray, catching every color

different. She always had been, and she always

was ripping her

the past three years pretending

I asked, looking between them. “And are you saying

each other, and laughed. Some of the

him, tapping my fingers on my thigh

a soul, from what I understand,” Lena said, wiping a few tears from her cheeks. “He went rogue, a long time ago now. It… it damages the soul, you know, strips it from your body. Grandma used a flower called

not after the magic berries and crystals and

could step down from her post. I thought it was something they were

until my grandmother,” Charlie said with a shrug. “Lena was born for

for this,” she whispered, and I could hear the pain laced through her voice as she spoke. She was hugging herself as if she was

pressed, and hearing him speaking the words hit me like a freight train. I’d known, of course, that her differences meant something unearthly and divine. Her untested

this, all her

not,

Charlie and I said

only by a drunken chuckle from Oliver, who was still asleep behind

haze over the group of us. In the soft purple

Lena’s best light. Her eyes didn’t darken–they glowed, the flakes of blue around her irises giving depth to her opal-like gaze, like two moons nestled against

dress took on a purple hue, a cloak

I could see who, and what,

thinking

does Grandma plan on stepping down from her throne?” Lena

on Charlie, every line and curve

his cheeks, then blew out his breath, shaking his head

tell me?” she continued, her voice

up at the narrow set of stairs leading back up

bottom lip, then sighed and extended my hand to

go back up to

not feeling well,” she said without looking at either of us, her

said as calmly as possible,

lashes. She took my hand, and I lightly squeezed her fingers. Her face softened at my touch, and that bond between us quivered. Charlie

at least,” he said, tilting his head toward Oliver, who was now grinning like an i***t in

and we were off, walking

been exceedingly romantic had it not been for the crushing weight of birthrights and

to be okay,” I said to