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

I breathed, crawling towards him and laying down on my side. He ran his fingertips over the swell of my belly, his touch sending little bursts of electricity over

you upset about

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

need to live a

“Yeah, I… I do.”

had the chance. I had decades of life to live before 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 was tracing over my

he began, “I… I put some things in motion in the event I

“What do you mean?”

up my mind. He’s been seeing to things for the past… well, over a year

here looking for White Queen to kidnap and

you

nestling closer to

not to come back… there are options. But

back to

relaxed around mine

“Are you sure?”

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

that what

it over. To my surprise, I kind of did want a big wedding. I wanted all of

“Yes, actually.”

with conviction, then paused, looking down at me. “But no pink, okay? There was still pink glitter all over the palace in Avondale when I

on his chest while we

there, and now I know why. Will was out on business and Hollis was taking a nap, from what the butler told me. I

traveled

a word to me the night before. I’d left the ring in his safe; that’s why I was there. I left it

resting his chin on the top of my head. Maybe one day these memories wouldn’t feel so fresh or so painful,

“Is Oliver okay?”

“No,” he answered honestly.

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

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

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 talk unless I

a few moments of contemplative silence. I sighed, nodding. I sat up, stretching my aching legs out in front of me. I had another two months until this baby would be

tell your dad in

as I followed him out into the

back to Breles, to Crimson Creek. I

“Crimson Creek–”

breathed, taking my hand as we walked toward the stairs. “And I think that’s where Oliver went. I need to… I think we should both try to

that I needed to be the one to talk to Oliver. No one else in our realm understood what Oliver

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