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.

serious

side. He ran his fingertips over the swell of my belly, his touch sending little bursts of electricity

upset

you know. I haven’t ever

need to

“Yeah, I… I do.”

I even needed to think about taking my Goddess-given throne. I nestled my cheek against his chest, closing my eyes against the soft circles he

I left Egoren,” he began, “I… I put some things in motion in the event I didn’t come

“What do you mean?”

for the past… well, over a year now, while Adrian and I….” He tapered off, his chest raising and falling as he took a

for White Queen to kidnap

you aren’t

smirked, nestling

options. But I’d have to return after the baby

back to Egoren with

around mine

“Are you sure?”

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

what you

big wedding. I wanted all

“Yes, actually.”

looking down at me. “But no pink, okay? There was still

more than to roll over onto my belly to rest my chin on his chest while we talked,

the foyer. Maeve wasn’t there, and now I know why. Will was out on business and Hollis was taking a nap, from what the butler told me. I was

you said you traveled from Breles to Avondale

to me the night before. I’d left the ring in his safe; that’s why I was there. I left it there before Adrian, Oliver, and I went to the Findali after

him, resting his chin on the top of my head.

“Is Oliver okay?”

“No,” he answered honestly.

okay?” I asked, my words laced with worry. He exhaled through his nose,

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

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, especially when I’d been… when he thought I was dead. I’d listen, but I wouldn’t force him to

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

can tell your dad

asked as I followed him out

to Breles, to

“Crimson Creek–”

the stairs. “And I think that’s where Oliver went. I need to… I think we should both try to talk

meant to say was that I needed to be the one to talk to

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