Sold AS The alpha King's Breeder

Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder Chapter 650

CHAPTER 150 : NEW BEGINNINGS

*Lena*

“What now?” I asked, my arms wrapped around Xander’s neck.

It was closing in on 10:00 p.m., and most of the guests had left the wedding, at least those who weren’t staying the night in the castle. All around us, people were dancing to a slow, romantic song, just like we were.

I hadn’t seen Elaine and Oliver since shortly after Oliver arrived. He’d simply taken her hand, and the two of them walked away. Dad was stunned but was able to hastily finish his toast to us before he walked back into the crowd in search of Troy and Maeve.

I was happy for them, especially Oliver, even if he had missed most of my wedding day.

I looked around the dancefloor, watching as people began to take their leave in search of refreshments or a quiet place to sit and talk. I felt a pang of guilt, and maybe even regret at the fact that all of this may not have been possible if we hadn’t won the war that had torn through our realm.

Our realm was still rebuilding, and likely would be for a while, maybe even years to come.

“Well, we have a week before we leave for Egoren,” he said. “I talked to Will about spending a few days in Avondale before we head through the southern pass, a little honeymoon. There are not many beaches in Egoren, at least not like in the Isles.”

“I wouldn’t mind that,” I said, smiling against his chest. But then I remembered something. “I have something for you!”

“I have something for you too, but I thought said you didn’t get me anything for our–”

“It’s not something I can give you. But I want–can we go somewhere in private, for a moment?”

He gave me a sly glance, and I narrowed my eyes playfully at him.

“Not like that. It’s something else!”

“Okay, come on. The rose garden’s empty.”

We left the dance floor and walked hand in hand toward the garden. Guests mingled in small groups, some even sprawled out in the grass, their faces lifted toward the stars.

We reached the garden, and I turned to him, taking his hands in mine.

“I’ve been thinking about this for a long time. I want to… I want to offer you something, offer your people… our people, something.”

“What–”

“I want to keep the portal between our realms open, permanently. I want our lands to be as one, with no need for magic or moonstones. I know it’s… it’s going to be your decision. I know there will be politics involved–”

high elder to your realm’s council, and started talks

sheepish. It didn’t feel like much of a wedding gift, but I felt in my heart that this was something that needed to happen. A line in that poem from Lycaon’s book had stuck me with

Xander had interpreted the poem incorrectly? It wasn’t about me at all. It was about our

the split Lycaon had

he asked in a

to

“Yes,” I whispered.

for a moment,

surface of the stone, feeling it warm against my skin. I closed my eyes,

I opened my eyes and looked up. A shimmer of lights washed across the sky, like the stars were moving in a gentle, snaking rhythm. My body felt hot, burning with energy for a long moment. I found it hard to breathe for several seconds, and a jolt of electricity ran up the

Then, nothing.

Selene,’ the Night God said, his voice

He stepped toward me, his hand running down the length of

little breathlessly, reaching up to brush a lock of hair from

“Are you alright?”

fine,” I said honestly. “I’m just

throat, shifting his weight before he gingerly reached out to touch the sunstone that hung from

ring made to hold the stone,” he whispered. “I worry Alexis is going to rip it off of you

beamed, leaning into him as she wrapped his

he said with a little laugh, then

teased, and he snorted with

lucky one. I was the one who was

that

I breathed, knitting my fingers

***

*Xander*

air in the library was spiced with scotch and whiskey as I settled into one of the leather couches. Rowan was splayed out in an armchair on the other side of the room, his legs propped up on a foot rest. Alexis

seemed perfectly content, however. He spoke in

she sipped sparkling cider and nibbled on whatever food was leftover. I had finally had an opportunity to try the food and drinks an hour

ready to

one I was sitting on, crossing his ankle over his opposite knee. He motioned to Charlie, who filled Troy’s glass with two fingers of the incredibly expensive scotch Ethan

Georgia for the last hour,” he said to Charlie, then drank deeply from

gotten worse in her old age,” Ethan gruffed as he walked over

off the coffee table, pouring him a dram. He nodded his thanks as he settled back against the

side of me, looking more than slightly disheveled. Troy arched his brow as Oliver adjusted his wrinkled clothes,

favorite grandchild skeptically for a moment, then shook his head and sipped his scotch, meeting