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

was something that needed

if Xander had interpreted the poem incorrectly? It wasn’t about me at

repairing the split Lycaon had caused between

you do it?” he

up to grasp the

“Yes,” I whispered.

held my gaze for a

closed my eyes, the

hot, burning with energy for a long

Then, nothing.

Night God said, his voice a gentle

shocked. He stepped toward me, his hand running down the length

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

“Are you alright?”

fine,” I said honestly. “I’m just

throat, shifting his weight before he gingerly

whispered. “I worry Alexis is

likes to play with it,” I beamed, leaning into him as she wrapped his

believe I married the Moon Goddess,” he said with

I teased, and he snorted with laughter before turning

I was the one who

light show–was that you?” my

portal is open,” I breathed, knitting my fingers around

***

*Xander*

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

down since the ceremony. He seemed perfectly content, however. He spoke in

midnight. Lena was 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

been, I was ready to crawl into bed beside my wife

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

great aunt Georgia for the last hour,” he said to Charlie,

old age,” Ethan gruffed as he walked over and sat down

leaned forward and grabbed the bottle of scotch off the coffee table, pouring him a dram. He nodded his thanks as he settled back against the

sat on the other side of me, looking more than slightly disheveled. Troy arched

his lips and eyed his favorite grandchild skeptically for a moment, then shook his head and sipped his