Chapter 633

Chapter 133 : Something’s Wrong with Him!

*Lena*

“Will you be my wife?” Xander asked, his fingertips running down the length of my spine.

His touch sent a ripple of gooseflesh over my skin and I shivered, giving him a gentle smile.

“Aren’t you supposed to get down on one knee?” I teased, and his dark eyes narrowed on mine, glimmering with mischief.

He let out a long sigh and slid from the edge of the bed to his knees. He held up the ring, c*****g his eyebrows.

“Now ask me again–”

“Lena…” he growled, his cheeks coloring with what might have been a prickle of annoyance. Xander had been playing games with me since the day I met him. It was high time for a little payback.

“You’re not really selling it, Xander,” I quipped.

He exhaled through his nose, nostrils flaring. Clearing his throat, he blinked up at me, his face settling on a blank, void expression.

“Will you, Princess Selene Gray of Valoria, Daughter of Alpha King Rowan and Queen Hanna, granddaughter of Ethan Gray and White Queen Rosalie, Niece of–”

“Oh, for Goddess’s sake–” I snatched the ring out of his hand and it slid it on my own finger, giving him an incredulous look. The band was incredibly tight, and when I tried to force it over my knuckle, he reached out and stopped me.

“Your fingers are swollen,” he chuckled. “It’ll get stuck–”

“I’m huge,” I frowned, my shoulders slumping.

“You’re pregnant,” he corrected, his fingers tilting my chin up so I could look into his face as he rose to his full height. “And you’ve never been more beautiful. It’s just a ring, anyway. I honestly don’t plan on even wearing a wedding ring, and I don’t think you should either.”

“What? Why?”

“You’re constantly out in the dirt, Lena,” he laughed, sitting down next to me. “You snag your ring on a tree branch, or something, and rip your hand open–”

“Goddess, Xander! I doubt that’ll ever happen.”

He shrugged, laying down on the bed with his hands crossed over his chest.

Like so many times before, all that I wanted to ask was, “What now?”

Maybe he’d been reading my mind, because his eyes traveled from the canopy of my bed to meet my gaze, a sleepy, boyish smile touching his lips.

was serious about being the

He ran his fingertips over the swell of my

you upset about

that… after everything that happened, you know. I haven’t ever ruled over a pack before, not like my

to live a

“Yeah, I… I do.”

even needed to think about taking my Goddess-given throne. I nestled

Egoren,” he began, “I… I put some things in motion in

“What do you mean?”

He’s been seeing to things for the past… well, over a year now, while Adrian and I….”

you were here looking for White Queen to kidnap and drag back to

mean, you

smirked, nestling

come back… there are options. But I’d

going back

around mine for

“Are you sure?”

giving him a soft smile. “But I think my family will want a wedding here, first, a big one,

that what

lips, mulling it over. To my surprise, I kind of did want a big wedding. I wanted all of our friends there, our family… his family, too, if

“Yes, actually.”

big wedding,” he said with conviction, then paused, looking down at me. “But no pink, okay? There was still pink glitter all over the palace in Avondale

chin on his chest while we talked, but the baby was in the way. “You were at

know why. Will was out on business and Hollis was taking a nap, from what

you said you traveled from Breles

left the ring in his safe; that’s why I was there. I left it there before Adrian, Oliver, and I

name made my skin crawl. I shivered involuntarily. Xander pressed me close to him, resting his chin on the top of my head. Maybe

“Is Oliver okay?”

“No,” he answered honestly.

asked, my words laced with worry. He exhaled through his nose, his eyes fixed

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

lie woven between the words. I ran my tongue along my lower lip and decided prying wasn’t the best course of action. If Xander wanted to talk about what he’d been through during the war,

mom we’re engaged,” he whispered after a few moments of contemplative silence. I sighed, nodding. I sat up, stretching my

tell your dad in two

in two days?” I asked as I followed him out

to Crimson Creek. I think you should come

“Crimson Creek–”

to check in on our friends,” he breathed, taking my hand as we walked toward the stairs. “And

that I needed to be the one to talk to Oliver. No

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