Sold AS The alpha King's Breeder

Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder Chapter 565

Chapter 65 : Alone

*Lena*

A ring? There was only one reason Xander would have a ring in his pocket. The air in my lungs felt heavy, and I found it impossible to swallow as I followed him down the stairs and onto the private beach.

The midday sun was bright and warm, and a prickle of sweat formed on my brow as I followed him down the stairs. He dressed smartly in a button-down shirt and trousers, and I was grossly underdressed in a silken shirt and flowing capri pants of the same material. My feet were bare on the sand, which was as soft as powdered sugar.

Xander kept walking, and it was difficult to match his long, quick stride. I walked briskly to keep up with him, occasionally reaching out to grab his arm in an attempt to slow him down.

“Xander!”

But he didn’t turn around until we’d reached the far end of the beach, where the sea cliffs towered high above our heads and the waves were violent against the columns of black rock that lined this particular corner of the protected cove.

“Xander!” I cried, grabbing his sleeve. The fabric on the cuff of his sleeves was torn, and drops of dried blood stained the pale blue fabric.

“I do have a ring.” His voice was heated, and he was panting slightly from the excursion of walking nearly a quarter mile through the sand. A wave broke against the cliff nearby, the sound of the impact drowning out any response I may have had. He stuffed his hands in his pockets when he noticed my eyes had locked on the tears on his sleeve. “It’s for you, but your father–he… doesn’t approve.”

“You asked him–”

“I asked him if I could ask for your hand in marriage, yes. And he said no.”

“I–”

“Your mother gave us her blessing, however. If it’s what you want.”

I gaped at him, trying to form a rational response to what he’d just said.

“I’m going to Winter Forest,” I blurted, my words hushed by the waves.

The sky darkened around us as clouds rolled in and covered the sun, sucking the warmth from the beach in an instant.

“You could come with me–”

“You know I can’t do that, Xander.”

“Your aunt can take her rightful place, Lena. This wasn’t supposed to be your burden, not yet anyway. I could see it in your mother’s eyes–”

“What do you want from me? What can I possibly give you, Xander? Be your wife, your Luna? I’d be in the same position I am now, just in a different place!”

up every damn day next to you and fall asleep with you in my arms. I’d give up my kingdom for you, Lena. I’m

cannot,” I cried, but he shook his

the amber flakes gleaming as though they were being held near a fire, the flames

feel it. He was as serious as he had been the night

if we’re together. I

going cold

to, or you believe

living, breathing fruition of a

are!” He took a few steps toward me until we were only a foot apart. “I don’t understand why you care

the amount of pressure I’ve had on me since I

can’t.

this–this thing, okay? I want to be normal. I want to have a normal life. I want to just be Lena, not Selene, not the

“You haven’t hurt anyone–”

“I killed Slate–”

beginning to lose his patience. “He was waiting for a train, Lena. He was fine. You

killed my mother,” I said as softly as I could, my

the truth. I looked up at him through my lashes. A storm was brewing around us. Shadows moved across his face, highlighting the curve of his jaw, his straight nose, and his high cheekbones. Everything about him was dark and brooding. The shadow he cast, that strange, unholy power of night that I hadn’t even noticed until we were bound together by the mate bond, seemed

was waiting for me to tell him, finally, the whole version of my

a week later, and that night they told me… they told me everything. They told me about what they’d been through when they were our age, and what my grandparents had

a panic, a full tailspin, which

more real, everything your parents and

I was a kid. I could do things, though. I had my powers back then but not like I do now. I could make flowers grow just by thinking about them. I could send sparks of light across the room. But up until the night my parents told me the truth, I thought everyone was like that. And that knowledge that I was different, and the way

rush of long-buried spite rushing to the surface of my

knew. Not the Church, not the Temple of the White Queens, not the survivors of Dianny who remembered the ways of their people

parents,” I said, my voice laced with conviction. “And everything they did, they did out of love. I know that. But when I was a teenager I just–I hated them. I especially hated my mom. I hated her because I needed someone to take my frustration out on, and she was the

also has

a Dream

his head. His eyes

exactly?” he asked, and I swallowed back the fear that was

wouldn’t see me the same way after this. He

gotten in trouble at school the year before, and they had been homeschooling me at Castle Drogomor. I was rebelling everyday, and I just snapped when they told me they thought I needed to spend some time in Winter Forest. It was an explosive fight. I was so angry, irrationally angry. When Mom came

with her hands outstretched, tears staining her face. She told me she loved me, and that I needed to let her help me. Then, there was a bright light, and

weeks,” I concluded. “I stayed in my room for the entirety of that time. The night that it happened, vines covered every inch of my room to the point that it was impossible to open the door any longer. I

the smile that twitched in the corner of

never use my powers again. I couldn’t. Since Mom woke up, she has never once mentioned what happened. It’s like she doesn’t remember. Dad doesn’t talk about it. They didn’t send me to

want

a few months,” I

into your