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!”

side, forever–always. I don’t want to have to wonder what could have been. I want to wake up every damn day next to you and fall asleep with you in my arms. I’d give

I cried, but he shook

eyes were shining like polished obsidian, the amber flakes gleaming as though they were being

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

will be if we’re together. I want to marry you. I’m asking you to marry me. Be

going cold as

don’t want to, or you believe your life is out

hands! I’m the living, breathing fruition of a prophecy, Xander. The Moon Goddess… you

care who or what you are!” He took a few steps toward me until we were only

on me since I was

I can’t.

to be normal. I want to have a normal life. I want to just be Lena, not Selene, not the princess

“You haven’t hurt anyone–”

“I killed Slate–”

“He was waiting for a train, Lena. He was fine. You probably just…

as softly as I could, my

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

waiting for me to speak. He was waiting for me to tell him, finally,

me about what they’d been through when they were our age, and what my grandparents had been through. They told me about the prophecy of

out it was a boy. She… my mom said Maeve went into a panic, a full tailspin, which was unlike her. I guess Maeve had been told she’d have four boys,

everything seem more real, everything your parents and

why at that age. 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

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

the Temple of the White Queens, not the survivors of Dianny

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 only person who truly understood what I

mom also

a Dream Dancer,” I

he didn’t question what that was. He just nodded his head. His eyes were on mine, but his gaze was distant,

happened, exactly?” he asked, and I swallowed back

the same way after this.

Winter Forest. I was fourteen. I’d 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

the room with her hands outstretched, tears staining her face. She told me she loved me, and that I needed to let her help me.

wake up for two 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

became a botanist,” he tried to joke, but the smile that twitched in the corner of his

she has never once mentioned what happened. It’s like she doesn’t remember. Dad doesn’t talk about it. They didn’t

they want you to

twenty-one in a few

into your