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 fine. We couldn’t

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

He… he came with Adrian and me across the sea to

head to look him

can’t go back to Avondale, just so you know. Keaton

“You STOLE the Persephone?”

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 make it all

look at me, his eyes

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

midnight, and I lifted my head off his chest as I

sleep at night, like us?” I looked toward the curtains, noticing the light of their artificial

lights are timed so that it’s day here when it’s night above ground. So they have a similar sleep schedule that we would have, I guess. He said they don’t need to sleep often, or

we the only shifters here, at least in

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 him to open small breaks between our

“I know,” I whispered.

be here. This

was right about it

It was mine.

remain in this cloak of safety, and quiet,

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

Xander couldn’t know

to announce it was now one o’clock. I languished on the edge of sleep, my body and mind totally confused on what the actual

spread wide

a whisper, and I

you said

“I’m sorry, Lena.”

“Why are you apologizing–”

isn’t what you wanted,” he said, the sharpness in his voice making me

would be as rulers of two different realms came bursting to the forefront of my mind, and I felt

thought I’d have,” I admitted. “I don’t care what comes

spoke the words and nuzzled against him. Let bygones be bygones, I thought,

stomach, tracing little

I heard you

my voice

across his lips. His eyes were closed, and for a moment I had the urge to

myself, to keep it safe, and secret, but only until what I