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–”

already elected a high elder to your realm’s council,

my heart that this was something that needed to happen. A line in that poem from

incorrectly? It wasn’t about me at

the split Lycaon

do it?” he asked

to grasp

“Yes,” I whispered.

for a

my thumb over the surface of the stone, feeling it warm against my skin. I closed my eyes, the corners of my mouth

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

Then, nothing.

Night God said, his

stepped toward me, his hand running down the

little breathlessly, reaching up to brush a lock

“Are you alright?”

said honestly. “I’m

weight before he

whispered. “I worry Alexis is going to rip

it,” I beamed, leaning into him as she wrapped his

can’t believe–I can’t believe I married the Moon Goddess,” he said with a little laugh, then kissed me on top

you’re pretty lucky,” I teased, and he snorted with laughter before turning to walk us back to our

I was the one who was blessed, and in more ways than

that light show–was that

portal is open,” I breathed, knitting my fingers around his. “Our lands

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*Xander*

a haven for the men who’d attended my wedding to hide from their wives and daughters, who were all giddy and hyped up on champagne. The 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 was fast asleep on his chest, her head tucked beneath his chin. I smiled into my scotch, praying to whoever was listening

seemed perfectly content, however. He spoke in a low voice to two

still outside in the rose garden, chatting with her friends as she sipped sparkling cider and nibbled on whatever food was leftover. I had finally had an opportunity to try the food and drinks

was ready to

Charlie, who filled Troy’s glass with two fingers of the incredibly expensive scotch Ethan had insisted on buying for the wedding,

aunt Georgia for the last hour,”

but it’s only gotten worse in her old age,” Ethan gruffed

the coffee table, pouring him a dram. He nodded his thanks as he

looking more than slightly disheveled. Troy arched his brow as

his favorite grandchild skeptically for a moment, then shook his