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 didn’t just want me to gain access to my powers. There was something else there,

work?” I asked, knowing he’d

looking at the mark, tracing it like 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 sparks of fire against dark, endless

don’t know,” he answered, then tilted his head to the side to get a better view of my face. “But it sounds like we have a few weeks

an entirely

interrupted, holding his hand out to silence me

within me that only he had access too. I swallowed, working against the

brushed a kiss against my 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

my lower lip in a bid

And I did.

from the fabric. I sighed low in my throat as his

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

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

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

balcony. I was wearing lacy red lingerie, however, the same color as my dress, and garters around my upper thighs to

all of this for?” he asked, his

a finger under one of the garters and pulled it, snapping

was out of his pants in a split second, climbing on top of me and covering my neck and chest in kisses. I arched my back, desperate for him, for the feeling of his heated skin on my bare breast and his touch between my legs. He pulled my panties to the side, and in a single thrust,

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

he whispered against my mouth, sucking on my lower

did. And part of me was okay with this being the only way he could show me

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

was taking his sweet time, and soon I was riding

could have been at 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

in full when Xander finally drifted into sleep, but I remained awake, lost

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

sat straight up in bed, nearly elbowing Xander

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

old dog limped into

said matter-of-factly as I

of the side of his mouth as he