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.

the kids out into the wooded greenbelt beyond the school grounds

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

week now, when school was still on break for Winter Solstice, and felt about as settled

finish the lunch I hadn’t had a chance to eat was

she was the brightest. She was shy, however, and had stuck by my side the majority

on the knees. She was twirling her golden

picking you up

and she shrugged as she continued to twirl her

I’m sure

was walking right

a

“Uh, yes. I am.”

just another floozy jumping from pack to pack, climbing the ranks, if

piled on top 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 into a leather belt. She adjusted the strap of her purse on her shoulder, giving me a once-over as Sasha began to skip around

said with a sly

mean, I have

And where

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

she nodded, turning away from me when I couldn’t answer her question. She bent at the knees, smiling down at her daughter with the most loving expression I

to mine 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

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

she asked in a low tone, discreetly glancing

“Who?”

don’t know who the White Queen

shrugged, doing my best to look confused, and maybe a little

in a bit as she spoke. “You look familiar. Why?

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

I guess I can’t say you’re unqualified for this position. What exactly are you doing teaching kindergarten?

jobs in that field. I came here for the horticulturist position, but when I arrived,

a gamble, coming this far west,” she said, clucking at me