Sold AS The alpha King's Breeder

Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder Chapter 640

Chapter 140 : Labor Pains

*Lena*

Xander was walking a few paces behind me. He glanced down at his watch from time to time, especially whenever I bent over with my hands on my knees, trying to catch my breath every time a contraction ripped from my lower back and settled over my belly.

“Are you doing okay?” he asked as I wiped tears from my eyes, refusing to look at him.

“What am I supposed to do with a newborn at our wedding, Xander?” I asked hotly, swallowing back a sob. I was delirious with pain and heavy, crippling anxiety. I felt several conflicting emotions at once, and all of them threatened to send me over the edge into a full-blown breakdown.

I couldn’t blame anyone but myself for having our wedding only a week before my due date. Summer Solstice was a major holiday, and it felt like the perfect time to gather our family together to celebrate. I figured Alexis would be right on time.

But she had other plans–early plans, it seemed.

Maybe I could blame Xander a little bit. He needed to return to Egoren before the end of the summer, which meant we were pressed for time anyway. I felt an irrational rage toward him as the contraction continued to run down my back like claws, but that fury began to wane as the pain loosened its grip on my body.

“Whatever it is we’re supposed to do with a newborn,” he replied, keeping his expression neutral and avoiding eye contact. “Feed them, change them, find them a warm body to snuggle against–”

“You’re not helping!”

“What can I do, Lena?” he said, glancing at me before looking down at his watch. I straightened up as the contraction began to ease. “That was a long one–”

I started walking away from him, and he gave me a few seconds to put some distance between us before he followed.

It didn’t take him long to catch up with me, however. We walked along the edge of the front garden, and for the first time in my life, the smell of the summer blooms made me sick to my stomach. I paused to try to catch my breath and glanced up at Xander, who was watching me closely.

“I’m not having a contraction!”

“Alright, alright,” he murmured, his eyes still laser-focused on my own. “Do you want to sit down for a moment?”

“Not here,” I breathed, sucking in my breath and charging forward again. Xander sighed as he followed through the garden and out the other side, where we walked along the treeline of the forest that surrounded the castle. The grass that took up the fields in the back of the castle was nearly as tall as me, but when we reached the edge of the sprawling castle grounds, we came upon a clearing with soft, short grass and moss. A creek bubbled through the trees and ran across the clearing, and I quickly took off my slippers and dipped my feet in the water, sighing in relief.

“Are your feet hurting?”

“Yes. Ahh…” I bent forward, my hands resting on my knees as another contraction rippled over my midsection. I found it hard to breathe for a moment and felt Xander’s hand resting on my lower back as the pain thrummed and then ebbed away.

I knew he was watching his watch as closely as he was watching me. He was timing my contractions. We’d taken a single childbirth class during our time in Mirage. A midwife had come to the castle, and we sat on the floor in the library with our legs crossed. She’d led us through several positions that might help me feel more comfortable while I was in labor, almost all of them assisted by Xander in some way. We’d giggled and joked through it, and I’d been happy, enjoying Xander’s company and enthusiasm.

But right now I didn’t want to be touched. I didn’t want to be looked at, and I didn’t want to be talked to.

I was grateful that Xander could sense this. He was lingering a few feet away from me, peering down at the creek as we both waited for the contraction to pass.

to the ground, then laid on my back,

before Xander could ask if I

gave me a soft smile, walking toward me cautiously before sitting down in the grass

to make you more comfortable?” he asked, then

snorted with mirth as I reached out to pick at the grass, my face tilting toward the sun.

could just talk

“About what?”

sometimes incredibly irritating. I felt a wave of undying love and appreciation wash over me, but it was quickly replaced by

what I’m in for by

around his arms stand out as he

“I’m sorry, Xander–”

said quickly, glancing at me beneath his lashes. “I don’t like to be coddled when I’m hurt,

to me if you

quickly I didn’t have time to finish speaking before he was sitting next to me, his hand hovering over my thigh. I nodded my head, and he let his hand

and I let out the breath I was

about me?” he asked softly, still

I replied, and

not much

Maybe I’ll know

back against the grass. His fingers played over my lower back as I turned my head

young. To be honest, I don’t have many

“Your uncle, right?”

I grew he became more like a father figure, and Ciana–Soren’s daughter–she was like a mother. Their daughters are named Flora and Ava, and they’re like sisters to me, much younger

“Seventeen?” I exclaimed. “Why–”

I don’t think it was a

my nose, understanding

to be the Alpha

clouds move overhead.

did. I do, still. I’m

“So… what about chemistry–”

chuckled, turning back to the

but wasn’t interested in theology or literature. I studied the

were only there to find a

smirked, closing his

successful, wasn’t

married yet, so don’t

turned and glared, then smiled playfully

impossible–hard headed