Sold AS The alpha King's Breeder

Chapter 627

CHAPTER 127 : YOU’RE NOT COMING BACK

*Lena*

Xander set the food down on a makeshift desk in the corner of his tent. He broke a load of crusty, golden bread in half, handing one half to me as I lingered in the tent’s entrance, taking it all in.

He had his own tent as an Alpha. It was roughly the size of the cottage we’d stayed in during our time in Crimson Creek, and just as sparsely furnished. There was only a cot to sleep on, a desk made of crates and pallet board, and a stool, which I noticed was broken as if someone had manhandled it and then tried to put it back together.

I took a bite of the bread, which was freshly baked and still warm. I wasn’t particularly hungry, but Xander looked as though he hadn’t eaten in days. He tilted a bowl of soup into his mouth, drinking it down without bothering to use a spoon, and placed the empty bowl on the desk. He’d eaten the bread while I was looking around, and now he was just standing there, staring at me like I’d disappear again if he blinked.

“I swear I’m really here,” I said with a soft laugh. His eyes glimmered for a moment before he looked down at the ground, shaking his head.

I sat on the cot, shifting my weight. It was hard, and I wondered if sleeping on the floor would be more comfortable. I looked down at the floor, which was covered in dried mud and soot–maybe not.

But then something caught my eye, something shiny that was reflecting the evening sunlight coming through the tent flap. I peered down at it and froze, noting three empty whiskey bottles tucked beneath the cot.

I met Xander’s gaze, noticing the dark circles beneath his eyes. He was no longer the young man who’d once been known as the King of Morhan University, no longer that guy wearing sweatpants and a black windbreaker who’d put himself between me and Slate that fateful, unassuming day, when the course of my life had changed forever.

His hair was longer now, the black curls nearly touching his shoulders. His muscles rippled beneath his shirt and were cut to a fine finish, his forearms snaking with veins as he leaned back and gripped the edge of the desk, watching me.

His jaw was covered in a scruffy but short beard, like he hadn’t shaved in a while.

He looked… lived in, like he’d seen it all, and then some.

But his eyes were the same, still nearly black and flaked with amber.

Xander, my… my Xander, my mate.

And I knew that he was my mate. I knew without a doubt that we were fated. I felt that bond stronger than ever, a product of the spell that had given me my wolf powers early. It was always him, and would always be him.

“How are you?” he asked.

a smile touching his lips. He knew it was a silly question, but what do

lengths of his arms. I thought of the empty bottles of liquor beneath his bed and felt a crack form across my heart. I couldn’t ask how he was,

months, or even years, before he could honestly say

is alive.” It was all I could think to say. Xander only nodded, turning away from me as he ran his fingers over a stack

her mother

he turned around, looking surprised.

“Wasn’t the king’s?”

said, and his eyes

ran his tongue over his bottom lip, sighing deeply as he leaned on the desk again,

he said, grief

against it, the child within moving against my touch. I felt a sting of guilt ripple through my heart

of her arrival back in our realm. They’d just missed each other, and now Carly had

parties looking for you,” Xander said in a whisper, his eyes downcast. “Troy was the one who put an end

stomach into a knot. I imagined my father out in those hills outside of Crimson Creek, his face shadowed by desperation, fear, and

Xander everything–about the spellbook, how I’d been given my powers to shift early, how Maeve and I had come to Breles, how Oliver and I had come looking for him. I told him about the Night God and the temple, what I’d seen within

had been weeks since we’d had a moment alone together, months since we’d had any peace. I

the distance, and Xander slowly turned his head to

tonight,” he said, more to himself than to me. “I… Lena, I have to leave in the

Whatever I planned to say next fizzled out

arms and straightened to his

behind. I’ll come back for you. I promised I’d be back before

had made each other so many promises, and had come so close to never having the opportunity to

a chest-rattling breath. I saw pain flicker across his eyes, physical pain. My eyes once again raked over his scars, which were still reddened and barely healed. He was hurting;

a weak smile

like I would burst, and she’d sent me and Gideon to Breles with a basket of food I could barely finish by the time we reached what was left of the once

obvious that battles had

hand gripping the tent flap as if he was reluctant to leave. I was tired, and lines of fatigue were evident

softly. “He can… I’ll tell him to find you