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.

everything he now knew about me, he was still here, standing

because I was a White Queen, at least almost. I knew him well enough to know he didn’t

work?” I asked,

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

side to get a better view of my face. “But

an

holding his hand out to silence me then reaching down to run the back of knuckles along

in his touch ignited that spark within me that only he had access too. I swallowed, working against

cheek, the tip of my nose, and the edge of my jaw. His breath tickled my ear and neck as his lips lingered on my skin, sending little sparks of heat rippling over my body. I closed my eyes as his

kissed me fully, his tongue grazing my lower lip in a bid to open up

And I did.

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

ripped at his shirt, little tortoise shell buttons shooting this way, and that

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

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

fully exposed to him, dusted with the moonlight drifting through the open door leading out 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 calves. He

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

my throat as he slid a finger under one of the garters and pulled it,

covering my neck and chest in kisses. I arched my back, desperate for him, for the feeling of his heated

for dear life, tangling my fingers in his hair as he moved

you,” he whispered against my mouth, sucking on my lower lip

believed him. I knew that he did. And part of me was okay with this being

making up, f*****g, breaking up again. If I was going back to Mirage, well, at least I’d have this night

his neck as his movements slowed and became more deliberate. He was taking his sweet time, and soon

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 edge of sleep, and give me some idea or option about

sleep, but I remained awake, lost in the scent

outside the door, and then a scratch, then another. Xander stirred, turning his head to look over

the room, and I sat straight up in bed, nearly elbowing Xander in the face as

didn’t even think–” Grabbing my robe, I padded over to the door as Xander sat up in surprise,

eyes wide as the desperately old dog limped into the room, his

said matter-of-factly as

out of the side of his mouth as he leaned against my leg,