Sould As The Alpha King's Breeder

Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder Chapter 505

Chapter 7 : Another Beautiful Man

♦Xander*

I’m not sure what I saw looking in our window. Every single hair on my arms was standing on end as I stood on the porch, squinting into the pitch-black night. A soft breeze was rustling the grain in the distance. It was overcast. The entire area was bathed in nothing but blackness.

I’d seen eyes. I knew that much. And they had been looking past me, trying to catch a glimpse of Lena.

I leaned on the railing, gripping it so tightly the muscles of my arms flexed with tension. I looked down the pathway toward the bunkhouse, narrowing my eyes at the single light that was on inside.

Had some creep snuck out of the bunkhouse and peered into our window, not expecting me to be awake?

I hardly ever slept. Not deeply, at least. I’d spent the last four hours listening to Lena’s labored breathing as she suffocated herself in her sleeping bag. I’d finally reached over and unzipped it, just enough for the skin of her neck to be exposed to the cool air in the room.

And when I’d turned back around, I’d seen it. Two eyes looking right at US through the window. Had they been glowing? Or was it only the fact I’d been on the edge of sleep that made them look that way?

I looked back over the open field once more, glaring into the night.

“She’s mine,” I whispered, hoping whatever or whoever it was that was lingering nearby was close enough to hear me.

I locked the door on my way in and opened every cabinet, looking for something to cover the window with. I found a hammer, but no nails or tacks. That didn’t matter to me. I searched around the room and settled on the wobbly side table next to the armchair and broke one of the legs off of it, pulling out two nails and closing them in my fist.

“What the hell are you doing?” Lena was standing in the doorway of the bedroom, now dressed in an oversized tee shirt. Her legs and feet were bare, which sent a thrill through me as I rose to my full height.

“I told you, you were going to get too hot.”

She ignored me, crossing her hands over her chest and stepping out of my way as I sidestepped around her to get back into the bedroom.

“Why did you break that table?”

“I needed nails.”

“For what? Why were you outside?”

“It’s the middle of the night, Lena. Stop asking me so many questions,” I murmured, holding the nails between my teeth as I measured the width of the window with my hands. I looked around the room, settling my gaze on the pillow I’d been using only minutes before. “Hand me that pillowcase.”

“Why?”

“We need a curtain. Just do it.”

She gave me a skeptical look, but to my surprise she followed my directions, sliding the pillowcase off the thin, useless pillow and handing it to me. I held it against the wall and drove one of the nails through it, and then again on the other side of the window, so the pillowcase covered the window entirely.

asked for

the hammer as I turned to face her. I glanced down at it, deciding it would be best to sleep with it, or at least have it nearby in case whoever was looking in our window decided

“Fine,” she whispered.

for her to climb back into her sleeping bag before I sat

voice timid enough for me to turn to look down at her, noticing the apprehension in

“Why? Are you scared?”

mess with

flinched away from me, glaring before she turned to

on my chest. I couldn’t find the

slow breaths, and still feel well tomorrow. I could nap, perhaps, knowing Lena would be in the company

hour later I found it hard to keep my eyes open. I finally surrendered to sleep, and the last thing I envisioned were Lena’s pale gray eyes narrowing in

like this place. I didn’t like the feeling it gave me, like I was being watched, preyed

she liked it or not… whether she liked me,

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♦Lena*

breakfast in the bunkhouse, which was a small square shaped building with two long bedrooms housing several

dining room, and sitting area with several bookshelves stocked with books from nearly every genre available. I found that comforting as I sat in the dining room, picking at my plate of bacon and eggs while everyone else chatted amiably over mugs of coffee

rather menacing as I peered at him over the rim of my coffee mug. I raised my

didn’t know what his deal was last night, but he was still acting super weird. But I didn’ t know him that well, so maybe this wasn’t weird for him. Maybe he

she began to gather the dishes. I rose, drinking the

my eyes, setting my coffee cup down and turning toward

we’re dealing with?” she said, holding the door open for me as I

gone to seed. We

a shallow hill, their perky green leaves

on the other side of the fence?” I asked as we walked down the hill. Bethany glanced over at me, a look of concern

“We don’t know.”

dappled the landscape outside of

than I

her hip, and it crackled with static, someone’s voice coming through the speaker. She motioned me forward, pointing to the old man who was crouched in the

turned from US and began to walk back up the hill. I looked to

so yards away from him. “The house, I mean. It’s falling to pieces like the rest of ’em.” Henry rose, wiping his

bit the inside of my cheek as I tucked a

giving him my best

between the herbs as I made my

be, officially, when I graduate

glanced up at me, grunting in response. I colored, then

you were having issues with the

to respond, but he stood, handing me his basket and pointing to the valerian roots. “They’re supposed

roots blackened and withered. I looked up at him, thoroughly confused. ‘My partner said