Sould As The Alpha King's Breeder

Sold As The Alpha King’s Breeder Chapter 500

Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder Chapter 500

Chapter 2: Is the King of Campus Defending Me?

*Lena*

Slate was sputtering, spitting on the ground, and acting overall exceedingly dramatic as he gripped his throat. His hands had caused more redness than Xander’s had, I noticed, as I watched Slate act as though Xander had come close to killing him instead of physically forcing him to let me go.

Xander continued to stand behind me, watching Slate with interest. He glanced down at me, giving me a tight, crooked smile before turning his attention back to Slate.

“You done? Or do you need a few more minutes to collect yourself?” Xander asked.

Slate glared at us both, his eyes narrowing into slits as he finally straightened up. ‘Who the hell do you think you are? I’m a professor-‘

“A professor who just had his hands on a female student,” Xander retorted, shrugging his shoulders. “And you said she’s your girlfriend, right? I expect the administration would look down on that, if they were to find out.”

Slate balked, then licked his lips, turning his gaze to me.

“Don’t look at her,” Xander said sharply, causing Slate to avert his gaze from me and turn his attention to Xander once more.

Slate eyed the duffle bag Xander had slung over his left shoulder, which had “Morhan Varsity Wrestling’ embroidered in large, bold letters on the side. Xander had at least six inches on Slate, towering over him even to cast a shadow over the entirety of Slate’s body. I fought against the smirk twitching in the corner of my mouth as the blood drained from Slate’s face.

Not that I’d needed Xander’s help. I would’ve figured out how to get away-eventually.

“You’ll regret this,* Slate said weakly, glancing at me so quickly I almost missed it. ‘My uncle is the dean-”

“Ah, playing that card, are we?” Xander drawled, adjusting his weight. He yawned, actually yawned, as Slate’s cheeks began to burn a deep crimson. ”1 think you’d better go.”

“Let’s go, Lena-* Slate began.

“No. You go, alone. And if I catch you anywhere near her again, you’ll be the one with regrets.”

I stole a look at Xander. His gaze was fixed on Slate with such intensity it made me want to cower by association. I hadn’t ever seen him so close up before.

I already knew, based on my few sightings of him around campus, that he was tall. But I hadn’t noticed how dark his hair was, ink-black and swept back away from his face, curling softly around his ears. I hadn’t noticed his eyes, which were a rich, coffee-like color flaked with amber. He was beautiful, even dressed in gray sweatpants and a black windbreaker.

slowly turned his gaze to me,

“He

said, swallowing hard as I tore my gaze away from his eyes and watched Slate’s figure disappear down the pathway toward the

not really his girlfriend,

shook my head, glancing back

rested his hand on the

I wanted to be sure. That guy is a creep. Does he bother you

stop me when I’m on my way to the greenhouses. He teaches right there.” I

scanning the building, then turning to look up the pathway toward the

have to walk this way?” he

days a week.

paused, clearing his throat as he looked down at me

don’t have to do

on my way, actually. I have practice at the stadium every day around this time.” He tilted his head up the pathway, where the roof of the somewhat worn-down stadium was visible above the trees in the distance. Morhan was known

a transfer student from the University of Mirage, which was, in fact, known for its athletics. He was studying something related to Heather’s chosen field, I knew that much. But he was truly a mystery in every other respect. There really weren’t guys like him at Morhan.

holding

pockets. He arched his brow, giving me a playful look as he narrowed

me?’ He

was I supposed to say? That every girl on campus was obsessed with him? Except for me, of course. That

my friend had already told me he

murmur, giving him a tight- lipped smile. I started to walk

“I’m Lena,” I said.

in a teasing voice, smiling at me. “So, are you going to let me be

don’t know. I think he’s

way he’d said my voice sent a shockwave through my body. I blinked, swallowing back the heat that was rippling

like underneath his windbreaker. I couldn’t think about that. It was

I said, my voice trembling as I nodded my acceptance of his offer, “You can walk me to class on Wednesdays, Thursdays, and Fridays.

would be fine,” he smiled, “as long as you’re comfortable being

eyes, some

said, my voice a little harsher than I meant it to be. My tone didn’t seem

“Well, after you!”

it dragged on. I was standing at one of the long, plastic tables in the center of the greenhouse, testing soil and writing my findings on a clipboard. My professor was walking around, chatting with

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