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.

cried, but he shook his head

was ruffled and wild 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 flames a mere reflection of the

He was as serious as he had been

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

skin going cold as ice

to, or you believe your life is out of your

breathing fruition of a prophecy, Xander. The Moon

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

on me since I was born,

course, I can’t.

I am. I have hurt people. I don’t want to be 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 princess who connects the kingdoms of the east and west. Not the White Queen. And I sure as

“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

as softly as I could, my voice

understand unless I told him 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

waiting for me to tell him, finally, the

when I was ten. They came home 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 been through. They told me about the prophecy of the moonstones, and how I’d been born….”

aunt Maeve was having her fourth child, and they found out it was a boy. She… my mom said Maeve went into a panic, a full tailspin, which was

made everything seem more real, everything your parents and aunt

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 until the night my parents told me the truth, I thought everyone

into his eyes, a sudden rush of

Not the Church, not the Temple of the White Queens, not the survivors of Dianny who remembered the ways of their people before their home was

that. But when I was a teenager I just–I hated them. I especially hated my mom. I hated her because I

also

a Dream Dancer,” I

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

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

the same way after

in 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 they told me they thought I needed to spend some time in Winter Forest. It was an

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. Then, there was a

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

botanist,” he tried to joke, but the

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

they want

twenty-one in a few months,” I

into your full