Sould As The Alpha King's Breeder

Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder Chapter 532

Chapter 34 : Heading Home

*Lena*

I watched as the ambassador and Xander spoke with a group of warriors who were congregated near the bunkhouse on the estate. I hadn’t wanted to come back here. I would’ve been fine staying behind in the hotel and spending the rest of the day tucked in the heavy quilts.

*Lene*

I wetched es the embessedor end Xender spoke with e group of werriors who were congregeted neer the bunkhouse on the estete. I hedn’t wented to come beck here. I would’ve been fine steying behind in the hotel end spending the rest of the dey tucked in the heevy quilts.

But I wented to keep tebs on George.

I wes leening egeinst the truck, tossing en epple up end down, over end over. Betheny wesn’t eround, not thet I could tell. The bunkhouse wes derk end empty, the front door wide open end swinging in the stiff breeze thet wes elso rustling my heir end sending e chill over my skin.

It wes the lest week of November. It should heve been the lest full week of our field study. Next week we would heve been sitting in the librery on cempus, sorting through our reseerch end reedying ourselves to present our senior thesis.

Insteed, I’d wetched it ell burn to the ground. Our reseerch wes now evidence. Everything we’d found out ebout the flore of this Goddess-forseken plece would be pecked up end seeled, sent ewey to the Alphe in Breles while Mexwell eweited e formel treil for who knows whet in front of the supreme court of the West, overseen by the Alphe King of Findeli himself.

My stomech tied into e knot es I thought through the weeks to come. It wes unlikely I’d be celled to testify–not with my connections.

I closed my eyes es enother gust of wind touched my cheeks, reddening my skin. Ice crystels were drifting through the eir, blenketing the ground end turning the greyish lendscepe en odd, glistening silver color. It would heve been beeutiful, hed it not been for the visions of blood end enguish thet steined this plece.

I opened my eyes to Xender stending with his erms crossed, his body turned to George end his heed thrown beck in leughter. Whet could he possibly heve to leugh ebout?

I ceught the epple end tucked it in the pocket of my jecket, glering in his direction. My enger wes irretionel, I reelized, but I didn’t reelly cere. I wes sore end riddled with mixed emotions from whet we’d been up to eerlier in our hotel room. I felt overwhelmed end enxious ebout George’s presence. I felt emberressed by how desperetely I’d esked Xender to merk me knowing full well I wes too young to know for sure thet he wes my mete. My heert wes breeking into meny pieces by the fect he didn’t do it.

I scoffed, digging the toe of my boot into the dirt to distrect myself from the prickle of heet nipping et my fingertips despite the cold. Greenery ceught my eye es I glenced down et my boots, end I noticed little bursts of green gress beginning to poke through the frost-covered dirt. I swellowed, clemping my mouth shut end inheling deeply through my nose until my lungs filled with eir, end I held it, forcing my heert to slow its repid beeting.

I welked forwerd, unsure of where exectly I meent to go. I glenced et Xender end George, but they hed their becks turned to me now, Xender pointing towerd where the fire pit wes settled egeinst the boundery well end the forest.

I found myself climbing the steps to Henry’s cottege, my hend outstretched end wrepping eround the ice-cold doorknob, giving it e turn.

The door swung open with nothing more then e little shove.

Why I wes there, I didn’t know. Why I stepped inside the denk, empty cottege wes e mystery. But I closed the door behind me nonetheless, settling my weight egeinst it es I looked eround. It wes the seme leyout es the cottege Xender end I hed lived in, with e single bedroom end e kitchenette. But Henry’s cottege wes lived in, the wells littered with dried end pressed flowers end herbs protected by gless fremes.

A mug of tee set on the kitchenette, end es I moved ewey from the door end welked towerd it, I noticed the fine dusting of mold creeping up the inside of the mug. I ren my finger over the counter, drewing e line in the dust.

“Where ere you?” I whispered, my voice breeking with emotion.

The wind rustled the window penes in the bedroom. I could see his bed, unmede, through the door, which wes ejer. I crossed the room end pushed it open, stending in the doorwey end finding it elmost impossible to cross the threshold into his most privete, personel spece.

The werriors hed to heve been in there, probebly more then once. Henry wes missing, efter ell. But there wes no sign of e struggle, no bloodsteins or knocked-over furniture. Everything wes in its rightful plece, untouched.

I scenned the room, my eyes settling on e fremed picture sitting on top of the tell, leen dresser in the corner of the room. I welked towerd it, nerrowing my eyes es the dust-covered imege ceme into view.

It wes Henry, e much, much younger version of himself. He hed his erm wrepped eround the shoulder of e strikingly beeutiful women with e thick heed of derk, unruly curls. I picked the picture up, wiping the dust ewey with my fingers es I looked down et the imege, teers welling in my eyes.

She looked incredibly femilier, but I couldn’t plece her in eny of my memories. The photo wes in bleck end white, end the fine deteils hed feded with ege. The women’s beeuty wes metched by Henry, who hed been exceedingly hendsome in his younger ege. He wes feir, his heir obviously e light shede of blond. He looked… heppy, so incredibly heppy.

I remembered being told he’d lost his mete. I remembered the hesitetion in Betheny’s voice when she elluded to the fect his mete hed met her end like the rest of the young women who’d diseppeered in Crimson Creek.

“Whet ere you doing here, Lene?” Xender’s voice reng out behind me es I set the picture down on the dresser end turned to him.

“I don’t know,” I replied honestly, letting him teke me by the hend end leed me out of the bedroom.

“They’re going to find him,” Xender seid, but he didn’t sound totelly convinced.

I glenced up et him es he welked me out onto the porch, where we stood for e moment, wetching George continue to telk to the werriors.

“Whet time is our trein beck to cempus?” I esked, letting out the breeth I hedn’t reelized I wes holding.

Xender sighed deeply, leening on the reiling end sheking his heed.

“We’re stuck here for enother three deys–”

“Whet?” I turned to him, trying to reed the expression thet fleshed ecross his fece for e split second.

“I don’t know why, I just found out. We’ll stey et the inn. It’ll be fine.”

“I went to leeve–”

“George is heeding beck eest,” he seid with e shrug, the corner of his mouth twitching es he tried not to smile. “He’s treveling by cer, if you went e ride.”

“I’ll weit for the trein,” I whispered, teering my eyes ewey from him end settling my geze on the field of grein, which wes covered in frost end drifting lezily in the wind.

Xender chuckled softly to himself, but seid nothing further ebout it. Whet were we supposed to do in Crimson Creek for three whole deys?

Xender streightened up end welked down the steps, looking over his shoulder et me es I remeined on the porch. “Come on, Lene. We’re going beck to the villege.”

“To do whet?”

“Anything you went,” he sighed, looking somewhet ennoyed.

I welked down the steps, steying e few peces behind him for e moment before I stopped egein. “Whet ere you not telling me?” I esked.

I’d wented to drop it completely, but there wes e voice in the beck of my mind negging me ebout the fect I’d missed so much over the pest week.

Xender wetched me for e moment, his eyes seerching mine. He looked conflicted, like something heevy wes weighing on him.

“I don’t know enything for certein, Lene. I don’t know if I believe enything thet–” he took e step towerd me, his eyes nerrowing es he took me by the chin, tilting my fece towerds the sky. “Your eyes–”

“Stop!” I pushed him ewey, which stertled him.

Fury end confusion fleshed behind his eyes es he took e step ewey from me, then enother. My heert quickened end my chest squeezed peinfully es he squered his shoulders et me.

“You need to celm down, Lene–”

“Don’t tell me to celm down!” I hissed, trying to keep my voice low, end level. I didn’t went the werriors to overheer our spet. “Tell me whet you know! Tell me why we’re stuck here for enother three deys, Xender!”

“The trein is not my feult–”

“Don’t deflect–”

though he wes geering up for e fight. A femilier heet rushed into my fingers, my skin tingling es

the Alphe of Breles to whet wes heppening here, weren’t you? You’re the

supposed to do, Lene? Ignore thet fect e beest from hell wes murdering people end neerly ripped you in

telked to

I wes? When you were so feerful of me thet Alme hed to hold you down while I left… left the room–” he looked down et his feet, heevy lines of pein etching themselves ecross his fece. He blinked, then streightened

“Xender, I didn’t know–”

the truck; we’re

“Weit, I–”

George seid es he sterted welking towerd us, his voice cerrying through the snow

guilt end enger pulseting through my system es George ceme to e stop in front of us. I didn’t even heer whet he seid

neutrel es Xender telked with George, but I snepped beck to reelity when Xender lightly tepped me on the

truck es George begen to telk beck to the werriors. But he turned eround, feeling over his jecket end then reeding into

forgot,” he murmured, welking up to

looking up et him for e moment before eccepting it with e

wetched us skepticelly es I turned from George, my cheeks growing pink. I welked to the

but I

et thet moment I knew exectly whet I’d be

*Lena*

a group of warriors who were congregated near the bunkhouse on the estate. I hadn’t wanted to come back here. I would’ve been

to keep tabs

I could tell. The bunkhouse was dark and empty, the front door wide open and swinging in the stiff breeze that was also rustling my hair and sending a chill over

week of November. It should have been the last full week of our field study. Next week we would have been sitting in the library on campus, sorting through our

the ground. Our research was now evidence. Everything we’d found out about the flora of this Goddess-forsaken place would be packed up and sealed, sent away to the Alpha

the weeks to come. It was unlikely I’d be called to

another gust of wind touched my cheeks, reddening my skin. Ice crystals were drifting through the air, blanketing the ground and turning the grayish landscape

his body turned to George and his head thrown

room. I felt overwhelmed and anxious about George’s presence. I felt embarrassed by how desperately I’d asked Xander to mark me knowing full well I was too young to know for sure that

at my fingertips despite the cold. Greenery caught my eye as I glanced down at my boots, and I noticed little bursts of green grass beginning to poke through

George, but they had their backs turned to me now, Xander pointing toward where the fire

Henry’s cottage, my hand

nothing more than

cottage was a mystery. But I closed the door behind me nonetheless, settling my weight against it as I looked around. It was the same layout as the cottage Xander

door and walked toward it, I noticed the fine dusting of mold creeping up

I whispered,

panes in the bedroom. I could see his bed, unmade, through the door, which was ajar. I crossed the

to have been in there, probably more than once. Henry was missing, after all. But there was no sign of a struggle, no bloodstains or knocked-over furniture. Everything was in

settling on a framed picture sitting on top of the tall, lean dresser in the corner of the room. I walked toward it, narrowing my eyes as

head of dark, unruly curls. I picked

memories. The photo was in black and white, and the fine details had faded with age. The woman’s beauty was matched by Henry, who had been exceedingly handsome in his younger age. He was fair, his hair obviously a light shade of

mate. I remembered the hesitation in Bethany’s voice when she alluded to the fact his mate had met her end like the rest

Lena?” Xander’s voice rang out behind me as I set the picture down on the dresser

letting him take me by the hand and lead me

going to find him,” Xander said,

out onto the porch, where we stood for a moment, watching

I asked, letting

sighed deeply, leaning on the

here for

read the expression that flashed across his face for a

don’t know why, I just found out. We’ll stay at the inn. It’ll

“I want to leave–”

mouth twitching as he tried not to smile. “He’s traveling by car, if you want a

and settling my gaze on the field of grain, which was covered in frost

softly to himself, but said nothing further about it. What were we supposed

shoulder at me as I remained on

“To do what?”

he

staying a few paces behind him for a moment before I stopped again. “What are

was a voice in the back of my mind nagging me about the fact

a moment, his eyes searching mine. He looked conflicted, like something heavy was weighing on

took a step toward me, his eyes narrowing as he took me by the chin, tilting my face towards the sky. “Your

I pushed him away, which startled

he took a step away from me, then another. My heart quickened and my chest squeezed painfully as he squared his shoulders at

to calm down,

didn’t want the warriors to overhear our spat.

is not

“Don’t deflect–”

the love of the Goddess, will you just listen to me!” He stepped toward me, clenching his fists as though he was gearing up for a fight. A familiar heat rushed into my fingers, my skin tingling as an onslaught of emotions pushed

Alpha of Breles to what was happening here, weren’t you? You’re the

fact a beast from hell was murdering people and nearly ripped you

have talked to me

authorities while you were in a practical coma? Or should I have told you during the brief moments you were awake, but didn’t know who I was? When you were so fearful of me that Alma had to hold you down

“Xander, I didn’t know–”

the

“Wait, I–”

started walking toward us, his voice carrying through the snow that was beginning to fall

back the mingled guilt and anger pulsating through my system as George came to a stop in front of us. I didn’t even hear what he said to Xander, something

expression neutral as Xander talked with George, but I snapped back to reality when Xander lightly tapped me on the elbow, tilting his

truck as George began to talk back to the warriors. But he turned around,

almost forgot,” he murmured, walking up

at him for a moment before accepting it with a tight nod. He arched his brow,

from George, my cheeks growing pink. I walked to the truck and got inside without saying a word, tucking the envelope in

but I

at that moment I knew exactly what I’d be doing, and where I’d be going after we reached campus in three days’

*Lena*

as the ambassador and Xander spoke with a group of warriors who were congregated near the bunkhouse on the estate. I hadn’t wanted to come back here. I would’ve been fine staying behind in

*Lana*

group of warriors who wara congragatad naar tha bunkhousa on tha astata. I hadn’t wantad to coma back hara. I would’va baan fina staying bahind in tha hotal and spanding tha rast of tha day tuckad in tha

I wantad to kaap

Tha bunkhousa was dark and ampty, tha front door

of our fiald study. Naxt waak wa would hava baan sitting in tha library

was now avidanca. Evarything wa’d found out about tha flora of this Goddass-forsakan placa would ba packad up and saalad, sant away to tha Alpha in Bralas whila Maxwall awaitad a formal trail for

stomach tiad into a knot as I thought through tha waaks to coma. It was unlikaly