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!”

wonder what could have been. I want to wake up every damn day next to you and fall asleep with you in my

shook

shining like polished obsidian, the amber flakes gleaming

could feel it. He was as serious as he had

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

can’t,” I stammered, my skin going cold as

you believe your life is

is out of my hands! I’m the living, breathing fruition of a prophecy, Xander. The Moon

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

since I was

can’t. I’m just

to have a normal life. I want to just be Lena,

“You haven’t hurt anyone–”

“I killed Slate–”

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

my mother,” I said as softly as I could, my voice catching

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 of night that

for

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….” I crossed my hands over my chest, hugging myself against the

boy. She… my mom said Maeve went into a panic,

more real, everything your parents and

relief washing over me. “Yes, it did. But then everyone turned their attention to me. I didn’t really understand 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

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

me. No one knew. Not the Church, not the Temple of the White Queens, not the survivors of

just–I hated them. I especially hated

also has

a Dream Dancer,” I

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

and I swallowed back the fear that was holding

me the same way

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

tears staining her face. She told me she

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 couldn’t

you became a botanist,” he tried to joke, but the smile that twitched

do that to 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 a year early and convinced them to send me

now they want you

twenty-one in a

come into your