Sold AS The alpha King's Breeder

Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder Chapter 822

Chapter 33 : I Want You

I reached behind me and turned the lock into place, narrowing my eyes at Jared, who was baring his teeth at me.

“I said get out!” he repeated.

“What is that thing?” I asked, ignoring the urgency in his tone.

I’d just told him I wasn’t afraid. I hadn’t been afraid of him the night after the ball, but this was a little different. I suddenly wondered if the intensity of our coupling had more to do with this power of his, this curse, than his own desires.

He was standing with his legs apart, his body firmly rooted as he tried to reign that shadow of power back in. I could see the desperation in his eyes, maybe even a flicker of pain as his jaw clenched, his eyes still fixed firmly on mine.

“My powers,” he said after a moment. “My… dark powers. I’m losing control of them because of the curse.”

“What does it feel like?” I asked, running my fingertips over the footboard of the bed as I walked toward him. He backed away from me, shaking his head.

“Eliza, stop,” he commanded.

“What does it want right now?” I asked, coming to a stop a few feet away from him.

Jared ran his tongue along the inside of his lower lip, narrowing his eyes at me in a way that sent a burst of heat down my spine.

“You,” he said, almost casually.

I pursed my lips, trying to look unaffected even though my blood was hammering in my ears. I thought of Lena and Xander for a moment, wondering if Xander’s power, his shadow, or whatever they called this thing, made Xander behave like this.

The Xander I’d known was poised and polite, not a rough-and-tumble outlaw like Jared. But Xander also wasn’t cursed.

“I’m flattered,” I said lightly, blinking up at him.

“Take this seriously, please,” he said through gritted teeth. “I can’t control this thing like I used to be able to–”

“What is it, exactly?”

“Just a… pulse, something within me that should be in balance with my wolf, but it’s not… not anymore, not since you showed up.”

“Me? How is this my fault? I thought you said–”

“The curse,” he panted, running his fingers through his hair, “is taking my wolf powers from me. Every day they get less and less. That shadow? It’s stronger than ever and it’s tearing at my soul with each passing day. But when I’m with you? It wants… out. It wants you. I don’t know what that means–”

“So, it likes me?” I teased, but Jared wasn’t in the mood, not at all.

“It’s not some entity–Eliza, listen to me, please. That night in my study when I pushed you against the desk? These powers just… took control. It took every ounce of my willpower to reign it in.”

“After the ball?”

was me, mostly. I

what you’re

course,” he breathed, exhaling deeply as the shadow gave up and turned to fine mist before disappearing completely. “I wouldn’t let it hurt you. I wouldn’t

it like

the armchair by the fireplace, tossing a log on the fire before sitting down. I could see the hair on his arms were raised with a chill,

“No, just you.”

him for a moment before dropping to my knees,

curling my hands around just one of

touch him and

you to stay away from me from

going to do that.

why are you doing

whatever the hell it’s called. I don’t think it wants to hurt me. I

I were to hurt you, I’d never

you,” I said in a breath tinged

told him he couldn’t hurt me because I had just a pinch of White Queen blood tumbling through my veins. I’d heard the rumors of course, the talk that circulated during the weeks after Xander and Lena’s wedding. I’d met Soren and Ciana, Ciana having

uh, be together for the same reason Jared and

Rosalie’s blood. My mother’s life had been spared by the

a piece of the

probably have told

on your knuckles before the wounds get infected, please?” I said softly, looking up into

gave me a tight nod, his jaw tight with tension. I resisted the urge to reach out and cup his cheek, to comfort him. I was doing everything I could to

grabbed a box of bandages off the desk on the

alcohol on the dresser,” he said,

glanced at him, seeing the lines of stress fading from his face. He had some color in his cheeks again, and he was slowly flexing his

and walked back over to him. He breathed deeply as

as I

you enjoy beating the living hell out of yourself on

knees,”

his skin with a little more pressure and he winced, baring his teeth at me. His eyes

“Feeling better?”

I did want to kiss

have to

down there, resting between his legs. Well, he was even more vulnerable, and we both knew it. He reached out with his free hand to brush a curl from my

“Did I shock you?”

eyes drifted back to my face. I slowly released my hold on his injured hand to reach back for the bandages, but his fingers against my palm

hand. Maybe I said his name, I wasn’t sure, because he stole it with a kiss on my lips, leaning

have cried at the gentleness of it because I knew how hard he was trying

up on my knees, slowly, sheltered in the warmth and smell of him as he wrapped his arms

parchment consumed me. I breathed deeply, tilting my head back as

promise I won’t hurt you,” he breathed, one hand splayed wide over