Sold AS The alpha King's Breeder

Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder Chapter 562

Chapter 62 : Open Up to Him

*Lena*

Xander shut my bedroom door behind him, the sound of the party going on downstairs dying down to faint vibration as he snapped the lock shut.

I closed my eyes as I walked forward, chasing the moonlight filtering through the silken curtains letting in the breeze off the balcony.

Maybe I’d been wrong. I’d been looking at this all the wrong way. For so long, being a White Queen meant losing control of my own destiny.

But Xander had been… he’d been right. I’d be queen. I’d have responsibilities, sure. I’d have a duty to my lands, my people, and my family.

But I’d still be me, deep down. Right?

“Do you need help with that?”

I hadn’t realized I was fumbling with the laces on the back of my dress until Xander’s voice filled the room. I felt his fingers against my back, his fingertips grazing my skin as he undid each strap. I felt my bodice loosen, and clasped my breasts to prevent my dress from falling as I turned around to face him.

I meant to thank him, but before I could say anything at all, he said, “Did anyone mention the mark?”

He traced it with his finger, the feeling of his skin on mine sending a thrill of heat through me.

“I’m sure people saw.”

“And what do you think they’ll say?”

“I don’t really care,” I whispered, closing my eyes as he continued to run his touch over my mark, then my collarbone.

“That’s a first,” he breathed, a hint of mirth in his voice.

“Thank you for helping me with my dress. You can go now.” I set my jaw, staring up into his eyes. My body was screaming for him not to go. But my heart and my mind were fighting over what was right.

We’d broken up, right? There was a reason for that. Xander hadn’t told me the whole truth. Not even a sliver of it. We’d gone to the wedding together, technically, even though I’d spent the majority of the reception with my friends and then on the beach with him and Charlie.

he now knew about me, he was still here, standing only inches

was a White Queen, at least almost. I knew him well enough to know he didn’t just want me to gain access to my powers.

would this work?” I asked, knowing he’d

some sort of trance. He met my eye, the flakes of amber around his irises faintly yellow in the moonlight, like little sparks of fire against

to get a better view of my face. “But it sounds like

an

he interrupted, holding his hand out to silence me then reaching down to run the

access too. I swallowed, working against the lump in my throat

his lips lingered on my skin, sending little sparks of heat rippling over

grazing my lower lip in a

And I did.

he had shown me, and in a matter of seconds he’d pulled my dress down, freeing my breasts from the fabric. I sighed low in my throat as his hands caressed my breasts, kneading them against

little tortoise shell buttons shooting this way, and

brow as he yanked hard on my bodice, ripping it open at seams. I sucked in my breath in surprise, but before I

buy you a new one,” he growled as he pulled the remains of the dress down over my thighs. The

onto the balcony. I was wearing lacy red lingerie, however, the same color as my dress, and garters around my upper thighs to hold up the sheer silk stockings that covered my

of this for?” he asked, his voice gravely and dripping with

in my throat as he slid a finger under

the feeling of his heated skin on my bare breast and his touch

into his skin. I held onto him for dear life, tangling

against my mouth, sucking on my

part of me was okay

for months; making up, f*****g, breaking up again. If I was going back to Mirage, well, at least I’d have this night to look back on and cherish, whatever may come

and soon I was riding another wave

it for hours, I didn’t know. But eventually, I closed my eyes with my head resting against his arm and his body curled around mine. Neither of us slept deeply, not with the thrum of the party still sending vibrations through the floor. Every once in a while he’d speak, lingering on the

but I remained awake, lost in the scent of him and the feeling of

then a scratch, then another. Xander

bed,

up in surprise, his eyes trailing my movements. I

wide as the desperately old

as I patted

of his mouth as he leaned against my leg,