Sold AS The alpha King's Breeder

Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder Chapter 590

Chapter 90 : Secret Plans

*Lena*

I brushed a kiss against Xander’s lips, but then pulled away. I looked down at him, taking in every line and sharp curve of his face. I ran my thumbs along his jaw, holding his face between my hands as I met his eyes.

The room around us was quiet, and the curtains to the strange underground world outside the palace were closed, shielding us inside a sanctuary of deep greens and red velvets. I did feel safe here. I felt safe for the first time in a very, very long time.

“Are you feeling better?” he asked, his voice the softest whisper. I nodded, shrugging a shoulder as I continued to look down at him. “Did you really think cutting your hair was going to be enough of a disguise to prevent people from finding out who you were?”

I glared at him, then attempted to roll off of him as a playful expression played across his face. He held me in place, arching a brow.

“I thought you’d left me,” I said sharply, swatting him.

He only tightened his grip. “Do you understand now that I’ve never done that to you, not even once?”

“What about the train station?” I countered, and he let out his breath.

“I thought I was protecting you from… from this.”

“You should have told me about the vampires.”

“I know. I’m sorry. I should have, but I honestly thought I could prevent this from happening.”

I could hear the regret in his voice–could see it flashing behind his eyes. Silence settled between us for a moment, and I placed my hands on his chest.

“Are you healed?” I asked weakly.

He nodded, then smirked, rolling his eyes as he gathered me against his chest and rolled me over so I was laying against him instead of straddling him.

“Did you get the royal treatment too?” he asked with a little laugh.

I matched his smirk with one of my own. “Are you telling me a group of men held you down while they rubbed you with oils and herbs?”

He blushed, pursing his lips into a tight line. “I’ve never felt better, honestly.”

“Adrian will never let you live this down,” I smiled, but choked on the laugh threatening to escape my throat. “What… what happened in Cedar Hollow after I was…. Where is Sasha? The little girl I was….” Tears welled in the corners of my eyes as I pressed my cheek against his chest.

pained breath. “She’s

heavy heart as he explained the aftermath of the attack. Clare and Hale hadn’t been found, but the castle had burned down to the foundation. Several people died, but

when we reached Avondale. He… he came with Adrian and

my head to look

Avondale, just so you know. Keaton will have my head.

“You STOLE the Persephone?”

told me Abigail had stayed behind in Avondale to make sure Sasha was delivered to the palace, and that he, Adrian, and Oliver made it to Breles but didn’t

He didn’t look at me, his eyes were fixed on the light fixture on the ceiling, looking far, far away as he lost himself

didn’t press him for details about what had happened during his time in Maxwell’s keeping. We didn’t talk about what I’d done in the ruins of the ancient temple outside

and I lifted my head off his chest as I looked toward the door to our

the curtains, noticing the light of their artificial day had

it’s day here when it’s night above ground. So they have a similar sleep schedule that we would have,

shifters here, at least in

meeting my eyes. He took a deep breath, pulling me close. “He’s going to use this as an opportunity to declare war on King Nikolas, to free his people. He knows about your powers, what you are…. We need to leave tomorrow, Lena, and go back to the pack lands if you’re strong enough to open the portal again. Costas said King Nikolas uses the lower vampires to mine bloodstones, which allows him to temporarily harness powers that allow

“I know,” I whispered.

can’t be here.

about it not

It was mine.

to talk about it. I wanted to remain in this cloak of safety, and quiet, and just be with him for a moment before

I didn’t know how long it would be this time. There was something I needed

couldn’t know

clock chiming again to announce it was now one o’clock. I languished on the edge of sleep, my body

spread wide over my navel. I almost

a whisper, and I

said it wasn’t

“I’m sorry, Lena.”

“Why are you apologizing–”

the sharpness in his voice making me wince.

him about how complicated our relationship would be as rulers of two different realms came bursting to the forefront of my mind, and I

have,” I admitted. “I don’t care what comes next. We’ll figure it out. You always

I spoke the words and nuzzled against

on my stomach, tracing little circles across my skin with

was sure I heard you say

I replied, my voice a whisper against his

and I looked up to see a smile flicker across his lips. His eyes were closed, and for a moment I had the urge

I needed to keep that knowledge to myself, to