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

but he shook his head slowly, side

in the stiff, salty breeze. His eyes were shining like polished obsidian, the amber flakes gleaming as though they were being held near a fire, the

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

okay, and it will be if we’re together. I want to marry

going cold as

you believe your life is out

out of my hands! I’m the living, breathing fruition of a

few steps toward me until we were only a foot apart. “I don’t understand why you care so f*****g

me since I was born, Xander. You

can’t. I’m

thing, okay? I want to be normal. I want to have a normal life. I want to just be Lena, not Selene, not the princess who connects the kingdoms of the east and west. Not the

“You haven’t hurt anyone–”

“I killed Slate–”

after that happened,” he growled, beginning to lose his patience. “He was waiting for a train, Lena. He was fine. You probably just… stunned him. He just left

my mother,” I said as softly as I

curve of his jaw, his straight nose, and his high cheekbones. Everything about

to speak. He was waiting for me to tell him, finally, the whole version of

when they were our age, and what my grandparents had been through. They told me about the prophecy of the moonstones, and how I’d been born….” I crossed my hands over my chest, hugging myself against the sudden

Maeve went into a panic, a full tailspin, which

made everything seem more real, everything your parents and aunt and uncle

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

his eyes, a sudden rush of long-buried spite rushing to

Church, not the Temple of the White Queens,

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 only person who truly understood what I was going through, because she

mom also has

Dream Dancer,”

was. He just nodded his head. His eyes were on mine, but his gaze was distant, lost

asked, and I swallowed back the fear that was

wouldn’t see me the same

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

lost control. I remember screaming. I remember her backing out of the room with her hands outstretched, tears staining her face. She told

in my room for the entirety of that time. The night that it happened, vines covered every inch of

tried to joke, but the smile that twitched in

anyone else. That I’d 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 Winter Forest. I graduated from high school

now they want you to go

twenty-one in a

come into