Sold AS The alpha King's Breeder

Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder Chapter 570

Chapter 70 : Where is He?

*Lena*

Needless to say, my friendly, welcoming dinner with Hale took an abrupt turn after finding out he was the Alpha of Cedar Hollow. He was embarrassed, and incredibly apologetic, as if it was something he was trying as hard as he could to hide.

I understood that feeling exactly, but couldn’t tell him that. Instead, I asked him about his family and his pack and learned practically everything I needed to know about Cedar Hollow.

Hale wasn’t supposed to be Alpha. That role should have gone to his older brother after their parents died. He didn’t tell me how he’d ended up with the title, but I could tell by the look in his eyes that whatever had happened had been painful.

When he walked me back to the cottage later that evening, I felt somewhat at peace. I liked this place, and I liked Hale. Not in a romantic way, but it had been a long time since I’d just been able to be Lena for a night without the burden of my rank crushing against my shoulders.

But as I curled into bed that night, Xander filled my mind. I closed my eyes, imagining the curve of his jaw and the way his hair felt as I ran my fingers through it. I thought about the nights we’d spent laying back to back in our sleeping bags in Crimson Creek, and the nights we lay with our limbs tangled when we couldn’t hold back any longer.

“Where are you?” I said aloud, running my fingertips over the dormant mark on my chest, tears clouding my vision.

***

“Do you have a husband?” asked a dark-haired boy, his brown eyes peering up at mine expectantly.

I’d been waiting for the opportunity to take a bite of a turkey sandwich for ten minutes now, which I hadn’t had a chance to eat during lunch because I was busy meeting the rest of the teachers, and sighed in resignation as I set it down on a napkin and turned toward the five children standing in front of me, waiting for their parents to pick them up.

“No, I don’t,” I answered.

“Why not?”

“Is it because boys smell?”

“Boys don’t smell, girls do!”

“Okay, okay, okay–” I laughed, raising my hands in surrender as the kids dissolved into lifted chatter.

The schoolhouse was situated in a grassy clearing toward the edge of the village, and it held classes for students of varying ages. The kindergarten class wasn’t as big as I was expecting, but five was a great number, and my first day as their teacher had actually been quite a good time. We read a bunch of books, worked on spelling and arithmetic, and drew some pictures.

into the wooded greenbelt beyond the school grounds on a

question why they were covered in dirt and grass stains, but it was too beautiful and

on break for Winter Solstice, and felt about as settled as I could possibly

hadn’t had a chance to eat was soon home to me,

she was the brightest.

stained green on the knees. She was twirling her golden braid around her finger, humming to herself as we

picking you up today?” I

and she shrugged as she continued to twirl

sure she’s

and ran forward before I could finish my sentence. Clare was walking right toward us, and as Sasha

choked on a laugh as she

“Uh, yes. I am.”

from pack to pack, climbing

of her head in a loose, messy bun. For the sister of an Alpha, she was dressed casually in loose jeans and a button-down shirt that was tucked

she said with a sly grin, flicking her hand in

I’m not–I mean,

where is

possessed me to say that out loud? My cheeks colored as I cleared my throat, praying to whoever

most loving expression I had seen in a while. My own heart squeezed, and guilt ripped through my soul as I thought of

as she rose to her full height. She was several inches taller than me and had to look down as she closed the distance between us. She walked like a

not by other women. But Clare was intimidating, and as her body cast a shadow over mine,

Rosalie of Winter Forest in any way?” she asked in a low tone, discreetly glancing around before

“Who?”

know who the

doing my best to look confused, and maybe a little

the look of that family,” she said, leaning in a bit as she spoke. “You

and she looked disappointed as she leaned away from me. “I recently graduated from Morhan

say you’re unqualified for this position. What exactly are you doing teaching kindergarten? Morhan is

I said quickly, giving her my best professional smile. “And there’s not many jobs in

gamble, coming this far west,” she said,