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.

me, he was still here, standing only inches away from

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

asked,

eye, the flakes of amber around his

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

rule in an entirely

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

spark within me that only he had access too. I swallowed, working against the lump in my throat

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

fully, his tongue grazing my lower lip in a bid

And I did.

a matter of seconds he’d pulled my dress down, freeing my breasts from the fabric. I sighed low in my throat as his

shirt, little tortoise shell buttons shooting

it open at seams. I sucked in my breath in surprise, but before I

he pulled the remains of the dress down over my thighs. The silken fabric grazed my naked skin, sending a rush

as my dress, and garters around my upper thighs to hold up

who were you wearing all of this for?”

I breathed, my breath catching in my throat as he slid a finger under

arched my back, desperate for him, for the feeling of

out, panting as my nails bit into his skin. I held onto him for dear life, tangling my fingers in his hair as he

my mouth, sucking on my lower lip as I cried out in

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

months; making up, f*****g, breaking up again. If I was going back to Mirage, well, at

sweet time, and soon I was riding another wave of pleasure that shot from my core all the way down to my

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 how we could possibly

when Xander finally drifted into sleep, but I remained awake, lost in the scent of him and the feeling of his skin

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

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

no! Poor thing, I didn’t even think–” Grabbing my robe, I padded over to the door as Xander sat up in surprise, his eyes trailing my movements. I opened the door to the darkened hallway,

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

Duck,” I said matter-of-factly as I

mouth as he leaned against my leg, his large eyes glassy