Sould As The Alpha King's Breeder

Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder Chapter 499

Chapter 1 : Saved by the King

Season4 Mates of the Shadow and Light

♦Lena* “I heard Cressida Mayfaire got an invitation,” Abigail said with a twinkle of mirth in her emerald eyes as she bit down on the straw of her iced coffee.

“Cressida?” Viviene leaned over the table, arching her brow. “She’s lying!”

Abigail shook her head, her red curls bouncing on her shoulders. ‘She told Heather that she received an invitation from Prince Charlie himself, can you believe that? Heather seemed convinced, but I have my doubts-‘

“Who cares?” I yawned, stretching my arms over my head. I blinked into the sun beaming through the ceiling height windows of the campus coffee shop that covered our table with golden light, reflecting off the glossy pages of my textbook. We should have been studying for finals. That was the plan, at least. But lately, all my roommates wanted to do was gossip.

“I care! Cressida is the absolute worst, Lena. I’d kill for an invitation to that wedding!” Abigail leaned back in her chair, crossing her legs and giving me a smug look. I knew she was serious. She, like every other girl who attended the Morhan College of Environmental Sciences, a satellite campus of the University of Breles, was obsessed with the three princes of Poldesse. When news broke last year about Prince William’s engagement, the campus went wild. People were crying, literally crying, over losing their chance with him.

“They’re just royals,” I said with annoyance, flipping a page of my textbook.

“Can you imagine being a princess?” Viviene said dreamily, sighing deeply as she swirled her coffee. “All the finery, the dresses-”

“One lucky lady gets to be Luna of Poldesse, too, eventually. The Alpha and Luna haven’t declared which prince inherits the title yet. I bet it’s Charlie. He just has the look about him. He’s a captain, too, you know. I feel like you kinda have to be a ship captain to be Alpha of Poldesse. Did you know the Alpha was once a pirate?” Abigail rattled on and on about the princes as I did my best to focus on my studies, but it was nearly impossible.

“You’re awfully quiet today,” Viviene said as she turned to me, ruffling the pages of my textbook.

I sighed, surrendering to the fact that this study session was a failure, and I would be up all night, once again.

“I have one more final before my field study,” I breathed, reaching for my now tepid cup of tea.

“Do you know where you’re going yet?” Abigail asked, looking somewhat vexed about Viviene changing the subject away from the royal wedding.

“No idea. Professor Adams said somewhere to the north based on my course of study. I’m hoping for the rural camp that’s studying the redwoods near Red Lakes, but that placement is so competitive!” I was frantic about it but stifled the urgency in my voice. I was studying botany and was in my final semester of school. I wanted nothing more than to spend my life in the wilderness, alone, plucking leaves and flowers and pressing them between the pages of books. I’d done so all my life, and I’d had to fight tooth and nail to get my parents to allow me to move to Finadli to pursue my studies. Researching the neverending, untamed, and unexplored forest in north-western Finaldi was my dream.

But it felt unreachable at the moment.

interrupted by Abigail leaning forward

your hair

then subconsciously reached up to touch the golden blonde locks

chance with the princes, it’s Lena. Cressida is blonde. Megan, that fiancee of Prince William’s,

she twirled a lock of her dark brown hair around

conversation shifted back

stand when Heather, our other roommate and my closest friend, burst through the door of the cafe, her black hair falling around her face as she frantically looked around until she spotted

the table with a thud as she took a seat next to me. “You’ll

from the Natural Sciences building?”

catch her breath as she adjusted her weight in her chair. She was a zoology student who was specializing in the effects of botanical materials on specific groups of animals. Her field was large animal medicine, and she was one of the few students who

Viviene pressed, offering Heather a sip of her coffee. Heather accepted, mouthing her thanks as she reached up to wipe sweat from her brow. “I was just minding my own business, you know, right after our study group disbanded for the day and… you guys. I’m not exaggerating

Abigail exclaimed. I looked around the table, unable to hide my smile as

whispered. Abigail and Viviene gasped,

closest you could get,

tall, dark, and handsome types that drove everyone absolutely nuts. But he was brooding, and standoffish, which for some people made him even more

or twice over the semester. He wasn’t in any of my classes, and our paths never crossed. I

exclaimed, raising her hand to shush the excited murmurs of surprise coming from Abigail and Viviene. “He asked about

“Me?” I choked.

a

my blonde friend, with the blue eyes, who stands about this tall-” she motioned with her hand to accurately describe my five-foot-two-inch stature. ‘I said, who, Lena? And Goddess, Lena, he growled your name. I swear. The way he said it was something out of

crewneck sweatshirt. I glanced over at Abigail, who was gaping at Heather. Abigail looked slightly disappointed, but I knew she’d get over it. Abigail was what we, mostly lovingly, called a hunter. A hunter was someone old enough to feel the mate bond but had no interest in settling down just yet. She had a

was

I reached into my backpack for the claw clip I always carried around. I wound my waist length hair into a tight coil, pinning it

did Xander

was in my study group, and I said no, because she studies botany and not zoology,

in her chair. She shifted her gaze from Heather to me, shrugging one shoulder. “Good for you, Lena. The King of Morhan

was drowned out by Vivene’s questions as Heather

set you up-’ Heather began, but her voice faded as I thought of the last date I had

my birthday a few years ago, realizing I had exactly seventeen minutes

my backpack. I ignored the exclaims of protest from my