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

weakening as I noticed the scars running up the lengths of his arms. I thought of the empty bottles of

It could be months, or even years, before he could

could think to say. Xander only nodded, turning away from me as he ran

her mother in Valoria. She’s seeking

few hours before I came–before I came back,” I breathed, and he turned around, looking surprised. “Her… uhm, the father of her son–they are in love. The

“Wasn’t the king’s?”

I said, and

tongue over his bottom lip, sighing deeply as he leaned on

died in battle,” he said,

belly. I’d unknowingly placed my palms against it, the child within moving against my touch. I

Her father had been alive within days of her arrival back in our realm. They’d just missed each other, and now Carly had a son, their grandchild, a

said in a whisper, his eyes downcast. “Troy was the one who

my stomach into a knot. I imagined my father out

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 that altar and

was drowning in the distance between us. It had been weeks since we’d had a moment alone together, months since we’d had any peace. I missed him. I missed him desperately, and he was standing barely five feet

distance, and Xander slowly turned his head to the tent

on patrols tonight,” he said, more to himself than to me. “I… Lena, I have

I planned to say next fizzled out on the tip of

arms and straightened to his full

I’d be back before our baby is born, and I mean to keep that

We had made each other so many promises, and had come so close to never having the opportunity to stay true 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; I could see it in his eyes. “I’ll

I said quickly, giving him a weak smile as

me until I felt 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

cities. Morhan was deserted, and it was obvious that battles had taken place there as well. The brick buildings

flap as if he was reluctant to leave. I was tired, and lines of

Troy you’re here and resting,” he said softly. “He can… I’ll tell him