Sold AS The alpha King's Breeder

Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder Chapter 642

CHAPTER 142 : THE MOST PERFECT THING

*Lena*

“She’ll never deliver another baby in this territory again,” Dad huffed, crossing his arms over his chest as he glanced at the armchair near the window where Xander was on the edge of sleep with a bundle of blankets against his bare chest, our newborn daughter nestled warmly against his skin. Xander’s eyelashes were fluttering, his breath slow and easy as he began to fall asleep.

I nodded at Dad as he caught my eye, and he walked over to Xander, slowly taking Alexis from my mate’s arms so as not to startle either of them. Xander’s head slumped forward, his body relaxing into a deep, likely dreamless, sleep.

We were all exhausted. Three hours ago, I’d looked down over the top of the swell of my belly as Clare and Xander crouched in front of me. Mom and Maeve held me upright as Clare guided our daughter into the world, and Xander caught her, his hands the first thing Alexis would ever touch.

My healing blood immediately started to knit together the trauma of the surprise breech birth. That’s why Dad was so angry. The midwife hadn’t called or come back to the castle now that early morning was upon us to check on me and Alexis, and she hadn’t said anything about the baby being breech–not once.

She might not have even known, which I tried to explain to Dad as he rocked on heels, patting Alexis lightly on the back. But then, if she hadn’t, she probably wasn’t a very good midwife to begin with.

Mom quietly snuck into the room carrying a breakfast tray. I could smell the heavily sugared tea with milk, and I swallowed against the dryness of my throat in anticipation.

“Oh,” she said, glancing at Xander as she set the tray on the bed. “I brought him some breakfast too. I’ll take it back down to the kitchen to keep it warm–”

“I’ll just eat both,” I said with a smile, my stomach tightening with hunger.

My body was sore and aching with fatigue, and the smell of bacon, oatmeal, eggs, and toast with plenty of jam and butter was intoxicating as Mom adjusted the tray over my lap and fluffed my pillows to make it more comfortable to sit upright. Dad watched her pour two cups of tea, and he smiled lovingly as she handed him one. He deftly balanced the tea and Alexis at the same time, looking so much more at ease than I’d seen him in the last several weeks.

“He used to wake up with you,” Mom said as she sat on the edge of the bed, smiling up at her mate. “He used to drink his coffee while walking you around the castle so I could get a few extra hours of sleep.”

I smiled weakly as I brought my tea to my lips, my hands still a little shaky from the birth.

“Alexis will likely sleep for most of the day, for a time. We can take her downstairs for a while if you want to try to get some rest,” Dad said, his voice a soft whisper.

I ate a few spoonfuls of oatmeal, the ache of hunger in my stomach beginning to ease.

I felt oddly empty, and I realized with a pang of sadness that I’d no longer have Alexis’s kicks to keep me company. I looked at her, her mouth a perfect O against Dad’s pale blue button-up shirt. She had a full head of thick, jet-black hair that was already starting to curl around her tiny, pink ears.

She was the most perfect thing I’d ever seen in my life.

I felt a tear slide down my cheek as I bent my head to finish eating my breakfast, as well as Xander’s, while Mom and Dad spoke in hushed tones at the end of the bed.

Mom cleared my plate away and poured me another cup of tea before she leaned down to kiss me on the forehead and smooth away the strands of hair that were sticking to my face, dried with sweat.

to the hospital, and a

nodded as I rubbed fatigue from my eyes. Xander stirred in the

make sure he has a warm meal to look forward to when he wakes up,” Mom whispered, kissing me

and sipped my second helping of sickeningly sweet tea. I could already feel the effects of the hot meal and tea taking hold on my body, giving me and my powers the energy they

when Xander jumped to his feet, his body so tense every single muscle was tight and rigid across his chest

her downstairs so we could rest,” I said sleepily, patting the

hands over his face and

at him for a moment. My

feeling alright?” he asked as he turned and slid beneath the covers. I nodded at him, tears welling

me as we laid side by side, my cheek pressed against his chest. He took a trembling

“What’s the matter?”

don’t think it’s really hit me yet that we

only

a laugh, and he relaxed

brave,” he murmured, and I blinked

“So were you.”

I don’t even want to think about what would

right. Clare had likely saved my life, as well as Alexis’s, by guiding her into the world. Alexis was born feet

birth. It felt like ages went by before I heard her first cry. The silence had been deafening, broken only by my

Elaine had laid me back against the carpet, tending to me with the gentlest words and touches imaginable while Clare, Grandma,

her cries mingled with the thunder ripping the sky in two. It was the most powerful,

new White Queen had been

my chest, her little legs tucked up under her belly like she had been in the womb. I didn’t

and I had been left alone with our daughter, a sense of peace embracing us as if we hadn’t just been on the verge of a

go downstairs to eat and check in on Alexis,” Xander muttered as he toyed with the strands

need to rest

“I slept already–”

“For twenty minutes!”

blue light coming through the curtains. A dreary, cloudy day was breaking through the darkness of the storm that had raged all night. “Adrian and Abigail should have been able to disembark their ship by now, if they

a surprise when they get here,” I smiled as Xander sat up and reached for my

his tongue running across the length of my lower lip. I felt a surge of desire for him, and was slightly disappointed when he broke away

old sweatshirt of his from his days at Morhan and ran

added with another kiss. “Thank you for giving me a daughter. I’ve never known a stronger woman in

cried, my voice breaking around his

along my jaw as he backed

the pillows, closing my eyes to the sound of the door opening, then shutting as he