Sold AS The alpha King's Breeder

Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder Chapter 575

Chapter 75 : Stay Where You Are

*Lena*

Adrian was gone before I’d risen from bed the next day. A scribbled note on the dining room table simply said he’d be back in a week’s time, and that was it. Clare had gone home shortly after I heard Xander’s voice ring out through my soul, her face lacking its normal luster and her eyes distant, shadowed with confusion.

She said she’d felt fear and chaos.

I felt worse now than I had when Xander disappeared. I knew in my gut that something was wrong, and that nagging feeling I’d been ignoring that told me he hadn’t just run off and left me for good was sounding in my mind as I made the strongest cup of coffee imaginable and sat on the front porch, letting soft gray daylight drift over my skin.

I closed my eyes and reached for the little thread of power I knew I had that tied me to those people like Clare who had the power to see–or feel, in her case–into the future and decipher the mysteries of the present. But that power I knew I possessed had been lying dormant for so long. It was just out of reach as I opened my eyes again, watching as the clouds darkened and trickles of rain began to patter against the thatched roof over the porch.

If, and when, we found Xander… I’d have to go back to my family, to my parents. I’d have to find Clare and Sasha refuge. I knew without a shadow of a doubt that Adrian was looking for the man who had assaulted Clare and fathered Sasha, and as I sat on the porch, drinking my coffee with milk, I began to wonder why she hadn’t mentioned Hale at all during our conversation.

He was the Alpha, and Sasha was his niece. Wouldn’t he have done something about it?

A sinking feeling crept over me as I pulled my robe around me and slouched into the rocking chair. Mist wafted off my mug of coffee, and I sipped it carefully as I gazed blankly at the bare trees in the distance.

Clare hadn’t told her family the real story–not her father, not Hale, not the older brother who passed away.

The whispers about her I’d heard in the village and at the market suddenly made so much sense. She was wearing a mark on her, bright and bold for the whole world to see. She was a princess, the daughter of the late Alpha, and sister to the new one. And, she’d held her chin up high while the rumors swirled around her. I’d heard her be called a slut, a w***e, all kinds of terrible names. Before I knew the truth, I had actually believed those names held weight.

“You’re an awful person, Lena,” I whispered into my coffee.

My chest was tight with nerves as I rocked, and rocked, and rocked. I was sick of this, all of it–the magic, the bloodlines. How hard would it have been to be born into a normal family? If my parents had conceived me just a second later, would my soul have ended up halfway across the pack lands, and another soul taken my place?

I closed my eyes and drained the mug, the liquid burning the tip of my tongue, but I didn’t care. I had things to do today, normal things–errands and chores. I had lesson plans for the next week to write, and I needed to study the curriculum and materials I’d be using to help teach my kindergarteners to read.

I realized in that moment how torn I truly was. Despite everything, I couldn’t let go of who I really was, who I’d always be deep down. I’d forever carry the responsibility of my birthright, of my lineage. I couldn’t hide from it. I shouldn’t hide from it.

Xander had been right.

earnest now, pelting the roof with fervor as the clouds darkened

had two letters to

the letters in my bag and headed out, walking the distance from my cottage on the outskirts of the village to the center of town. I glanced through

should go up there? I did want to talk to

***

at the thick wool sweater I was wearing over a pure silk turtleneck undershirt I’d purchased at a shop in town. He smiled softly, his wispy gray hair trembling as he said, “My wife made that sweater.

designed with colorful, multicolored stripes and swirls. It was incredibly loud compared to the muted neutrals I normally wore, but

at me. He slid one

sending this to the Palace of

mail,” I lied. “My students drew one

letter to make it through to Oliver. The return address was to the school, and my alias, Ms. Grayleigh, was hopefully enough to tip Oliver off as to who it

had a return address to my cottage, however. She was the only one besides Adrian who knew I was

the post office

I turned toward home, but the castle caught my eye

a lock of my hair behind my ear, which was far easier now than when it

***

There was a road, which was mud soaked and sunken in spots, but it may have been an easier trek than the stone staircase that zigzagged up the side of the bluff. I cursed aloud as I leaned forward, resting my hands on my knees

opened and an elderly woman stepped outside, squinting in the rain. I straightened up, coughing and choking as I fought for breath before giving her a short wave and shaking the rain from my umbrella and closing it as I

castle. They were huge and made of rich, solid dark wood. Stained glass took up most of the door, an intricate design that depicted an amber wolf standing amongst the redwood trees

however–made of dark stone, and built

you?”

my mouth to reply that I was here to see Clare, but Hale

teacher, Lena. Could

***

in the library, which was small and cozy compared to the libraries in the Palace of Poldesse and the Castle Drogomor. I was drying off next to the hearth when Hale

Adrian’s wife,” I blurted, unable

nodded his head and looked

cup of tea from an ornate kettle sitting on the tray on the table between

wash over me. I liked Hale. He was handsome, of course. But he was also incredibly kind and soft-spoken. He was the exact opposite of Xander in terms of personality, and if

convince myself of that, even if all the evidence we had pointed in an entirely different direction. I looked into Hale’s eyes,