Sold AS The alpha King's Breeder

Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder Chapter 563

Chapter 63 : Can I Marry Her?

*Xander*

Breakfast was being served buffet style in the cozy, informal dining and kitchen area in the back of the palace, closest to the guest’s wing of the behemoth that was the family home of the Alpha of Poldesse.

I’d never witnessed anything like this place. The size of the palace was similar to the one back in Egoren, which would cover the same amount of ground taken up by a small village. That didn’t include the acreage, cabanas, and guest cottages that dappled the palace’s extensive grounds. But unlike the palace in Egoren, this place was open, immaculately clean, and didn’t seem nearly as full of dark places and secrets.

And given the amount of people, not including Lena’s extended family, it had been damn near impossible to sneak out of her room when I woke the morning after the wedding and make it back to my room unseen.

I’d turned the corner to the hallway near my room and ran right into Georgia and Vicky, Lena’s elderly Great Aunts.

There had been no formal greeting fit for an Alpha King from these two old hens. They’d clucked at me, smiling at each other as they turned to face me, blocking me from walking past and into my room.

“I take it you had a fun night?” Georgia had grinned, her blue eyes so like her brother’s, Ethan, shining against the gold flaked marble column she was leaning against. “Is Lena awake yet? Breakfast is being served downstairs–waffles, her favorite.” Her tone had been teasing and playful, not a single hint of malice, but I’d narrowed my eyes at her nonetheless.

“She’s sleeping in,” I’d said with the most genuine smile I could muster. My head was pounding and I desperately needed a cup of coffee before delving into conversation with her family, especially these two. I’d already been stuck in a conversation with Georgia and Vicky during my first night at the palace, and an hour later I had still been stuck until George, her grandson and namesake, came to my aid with some made up emergency.

I’d nodded at them both and slipped between them before Georgia could say another word, but as I’d opened my door and stepped inside my room, I’d heard Vicky quip, “I cannot wait for their wedding.”

Well, I couldn’t be upset. Neither could Lena. Her family was obviously aware there was something more than friendship between us, and our not-so-private jaunt through the palace as we made our way to her bedroom likely solidified it as being much, much more.

I’d sighed, undressing quickly and tossing my dress shirt and pants on the floor, realizing with a curse beneath my breath that I’d left my suit jacket on the beach.

A button-up shirt and trousers had seemed appropriate enough for what I was planning on doing this morning, so I’d gotten dressed and came downstairs for breakfast.

Rowan Gray, the Alpha King of Valoria, blinked at me several times as I sat across from him at a cozy mosaic-tiled bistro table on the private terrace outside of the dining room. Inside, at least a dozen extended family members were milling about, drinking coffee and eating a late breakfast. A group of children sat on the other side of the terrace playing some board game, and their presence was likely the only reason Rowan hadn’t reached out to strangle me.

I pushed the velvet drawstring bag he’d been ignoring for the last two minutes toward him, resisting the urge to chuck it into his lap. He sucked on his lower lip for a moment, then exhaled, nostrils flaring.

“You had no right to mark her. She’s not of age to know her mate.”

“She was under the impression that she wouldn’t be able to feel the mate bond because of what she is. I feel the bond–”

“Because you imprinted and marked her,” he interrupted.

I swallowed, flexing my jaw. “No, because I felt the mate bond for her, and I acted on it with her permission. She marked me first.”

“I don’t believe that–”

her,” I pressed, knowing I

the three or four generations I’d met so far. Even his Luna, Hanna, was sensitive and stoic. But I could see the fury blazing in Rowan’s eyes, which

hand clamped down on my wrist, fixing it in place against

that the children playing on the other side of the

I retorted, and his grip

and if they countered them, they would have little effect. So I was stuck with my arm pinned, looking into Lena’s father’s eyes

asked sweetly, mockingly, which was a really stupid thing to do. He was going to

“Why?” he repeated. “Because–”

she’s needed in Winter Forest immediately? Speaking of which, it wasn’t very cool that no one told her about Luna Maeve’s

enough,” he growled, his eyes narrowing into

upset about it last night,” I continued, ignoring the way his fingernails were biting into my skin. “I did everything I could to calm her down,

around his irises, and felt his nails sharpen into claws, drawing

King Alexander,” came a honeyed voice in the

Queen Hanna of Valoria set a plate of fruit and a cup of coffee on the table, taking

smiled, removing my arm from

Rowan’s nails had pierced the fabric. She smiled back at me, a genuine smile, warm and welcoming. I glanced at Rowan, raising my brow at him in

velvet bag, but Rowan snatched it from her before she could grasp

“Nothing–”

belonged to my mother,” I said softly, forcing my face into the warmest yet

cheeks colored, and an excited smile twitched against her lips.

give it

Lena?” Hanna repeated, looking

ask her to marry me. I was just asking for her father’s

set. I could see him grinding his teeth

Rowan, this

ground out, holding

Rowan made no move to let go of the bag and hand

quizzical look as she pried his fingers loose and took the bag from him. “Goddess, Rowan, are

just might be,” he said under

me like he wanted nothing more than to grab me by the collar and toss me over the

to

she could reply, her face twisted in concern, he

told me no,” I said, leaning back