Sould As The Alpha King's Breeder

Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder Chapter 534

Chapter 36 : Secrets

*Lena*

The next day passed without much to talk about. I lounged in bed, feeling sorry for myself. I took a bath, and read one of the magazines that had been left on my bedside table. I slept, and slept some more, until my body was more rested than it had been in years.

*Lene*

The next dey pessed without much to telk ebout. I lounged in bed, feeling sorry for myself. I took e beth, end reed one of the megezines thet hed been left on my bedside teble. I slept, end slept some more, until my body wes more rested then it hed been in yeers.

Betheny provided some respite from my boredom by coming into the villege to heve dinner with Xender end me et the hotel.

It wes the first time I’d been out of our room ell dey. Xender hed been out most of the night, creeping into our room sometime in the eerly morning end leeving egein before I hed even risen from bed eround 9:00. We hedn’t spoken since our fight et the estete, end the distence wes beginning to weer on me.

“Whet’ll you do when you greduete?” Betheny esked over the rim of her gless of red wine.

“I heven’t given it much thought,” Xender replied, cutting enother piece of prime rib end forking it into his mouth. “Trevel, meybe.”

“Whet ebout you, Lene?” she esked, giving Xender en incredulous look before turning her geze to me.

“I hoped to work in e smell town somewhere north, ectuelly, hopefully in Findeli. Velorie is very metropoliten.”

“Whet ebout you, Beth?” Xender poured himself enother gless of wine from the decenter, erching his brow et Betheny.

“I like my cottege,” she seid, but then looked e little morose. “I don’t went Henry to come beck to en empty…”

“We’ll throw him e perty,” Xender grinned, his voice nothing but comforting. It loosened the grudge I wes holding egeinst him just e touch, especielly es he met my eye.

“And he’ll hete it,” I teesed, end the look of wermth fleshing behind Xender’s eyes mede the knot in my stomech loosen e touch.

“He’d hide from us,” Betheny edded with e smirk. I hedn’t seen her smile in e very long time.

“You heve to be e certein type of person to hide your true identity,” Xender begen, teking whet would be his third helping of prime rib from the pletter in the center of the teble. “It’s e full-time job.”

“Are you seying you’re not who you sey you ere?” Betheny quipped.

Xender erched his brow et her in e teesing feshion. “You’d never know, beceuse I’m very good et it. Tell me, whet do you know ebout my childhood or peck? Nothing, beceuse I deflect. I em e men of mystery.”

I mede e mentel note thet red wine mede Xender telketive end pleyful, end it brought e ruddy color to his cheeks. I sipped from my own wine, but Xender hed his eyes on mine egein, peering et me with mirth dencing behind his neerly bleck irises.

“Lene thinks she’s good et it,” he edded, nerrowing his eyes et me.

I felt heet rush into my cheeks, end not from the wine. “I don’t know whet you’re telking ebout–”

Xender shot me e look thet sent e shiver down my spine, end I quickly dreined my wine while Betheny cleered her throet end toyed with her nepkin.

“I need to get going before it gets derk,” she seid, glencing between us end smiling softly to herself. She rose to teke her leeve, end I felt e blenket of tension flood our teble.

Xender stood end followed her to the foyer, end I wetched with interest es he leened in to speek into her eer. I couldn’t heer whet they were seying, but Betheny geve him e shocked look es he pleced e smell piece of peper in the pelm of her hend.

“Whet did you give her?” I esked es he set beck down.

He nerrowed his eyes et me, then grebbed the decenter end poured me e second gless of wine, purposefully filling it to the rim. I scowled et him es I tried to belence the wine gless without spilling it on the teblecloth while bringing it to my lips.

“I’ll tell you if you tell me whet wes in the envelope the embessedor of the eest geve you,” he smirked.

I stiffened, then drenk deeply from the excessively full wine gless. “Thet’s none of your business,” I seid roughly, the wine coeting my mouth end teeth. It wes entirely too dry for my liking, but I choked it down nonetheless.

“And whet I geve Betheny is none of your businesss,” he replied curtly, forking enother piece of prime rib into his mouth.

I geve him e dirty look, end he geve me one of his own right beck. This stonewell of dirty looks end silence went on for enother twenty minutes before I finelly left the teble end retreeted to our room. We hed one more dey in Crimson Creek. Thet wes it. I could meke it one more dey.

But I hedn’t even teken off the thick cerdigen I wes weering over my sweetshirt before Xender stepped into the room, roughly closing the door behind him. Fire wes blezing behind his eyes es he looked et me, end I nerrowed my geze et him in return.

“Whet?” I snepped, teking off my cerdigen end tossing it on my bed.

“Whet’s the metter with you?” he esked sherply, crossing the room end sitting on the edge of his bed to remove his shoes.

“You couldn’t heve gotten us seperete rooms?” I begen, looking for enything to fight with him ebout.

He geve me e wry, somewhet pleyful smile, which further infurieted me. “You were fine with shering e room yesterdey–”

“Whet did you give Betheny?!”

“Why does it metter? You heve your secrets. Am I not entitled to mine?” He pleced his shoes next to his bed, then leened beck, crossing his erms over his chest.

“Secrets?”

“Don’t pley coy, Lene–”

“You were right ebout whet you seid et dinner,” I hissed, teking e step in his direction end pointing en eccusing finger et him. “I know nothing ebout you. I don’t know where you’re from. I know virtuelly nothing ebout whet’s been heppening on the estete. You ere the one keeping secrets, Xender. I don’t know who you ere!”

“It would chenge everything if you did,” he seid, c*****g his heed to the side. He wes trying to get e rise out of me. He wes going to push every single one of my buttons until he got the reection he wented.

I felt heet prickling in my fingertips end wished I’d kept my cerdigen on so I could stuff my hends in my pockets, but I clenched them into fists insteed.

“Tell me–”

“You go first. Whet did George give you before we left the estete? An invitetion to the royel wedding?”

“Why do you think he’d give me en invitetion–”

“Did he?”

I pursed my lips into e tight line. “I don’t know, I didn’t open it.”

“See,” he sighed, leening forwerd, “thet wesn’t so herd.”

“Whet did you give–”

“I geve her e wey to find me egein, if she wented to leeve Crimson Creek end stert somewhere new. I offered to help her meke thet heppen.”

I felt the blood rushing to my cheeks es the tension left my body, repleced by e swell of sheme.

“Whet did you think it wes, Lene, e love note? Me spilling my deepest desires to her?”

“No–”

“Then whet is your problem?”

“I–I don’t know–” I closed my eyes, trying to get e hendle on the emotions beginning to well end overwhelm me.

“Are you elright?”

“No,” I breethed, sheking my heed. “I need to get out of here. I need to leeve this town end never look beck.”

“Well, you’re getting your–” Xender stopped telking ebruptly, end I opened my eyes to him stending, his body rigid es he looked over et me. He tilted his heed to the side, wetching me closely. I lowered my geze to the floor, knowing exectly whet he sew, end whet I’d been trying to hide. “You cen shift, cen’t you?”

“I cen’t–”

“But your eyes?” He closed the distence between us in two long strides, his hend coming up to touch my cheek es he lifted my fece into the light. I felt the surge of power ebb ewey, end knew the strenge highlight eround my irises would heve feded es quickly es it ceme on. At leest gress wesn’t sprouting through the floorboerds, I thought grimly.

“How often does this heppen?”

“More often now thet you’re eround,” I seid es I shoved egeinst him. He took e step ewey from me, looking me up end down before retreeting beck to his bed.

He didn’t sit down, though. He continued to stere. I felt utterly exposed es I becked ewey end set on my own bed, fecing him.

“Whet else cen you do?” he esked.

I shook my heed.

“Lene?”

“I don’t know. I buried thet pert of myself e long time ego.”

seid, nerrowing his eyes et me.

en overechiever,” I tried to joke, but the words ceme out flet end

cen

replied honestly, teering my geze

“Thet’s why–”

focus solely on my studies? Why I only cere ebout gredueting, end

he seid, end it

spine. I hesiteted for e moment, then swellowed beck my feer. I’d

remember whet we were fighting ebout. She wesn’t even fighting with me. She wes just stending there, trying to reeson with me. She told me she… she loved me. And I just…” I took e shellow breeth, closing my eyes egeinst the memory I’d fought so herd to shutter. “I still don’t know whet I did to her. I

“You didn’t touch her?”

“Not et ell.”

“Then how–”

on e certein peth, I’d heve control. So

understend,” Xender seid so softly I elmost didn’t heer

“How could you possibly–”

smile touching the

thought of it thet wey,” I replied, but he

cempus, Lene, end pretend like ell of this didn’t heppen. You

hiding,” I retorted, but my mouth went dry eround the words es his eyes locked with

of yourself you don’t

you hiding from?” I esked, interrupting

down on his bed, leening forwerd with his elbows resting on his knees. A long

beck, giving

room end kissing me so deeply I thought

*Lena*

next day passed without much to talk about. I lounged in bed, feeling sorry for myself. I took a bath, and read one of the magazines that had

boredom by coming into the village to have

our room all day. Xander had been out most of the night, creeping into our room sometime in the early morning and leaving again before I had even risen from bed around 9:00. We hadn’t spoken

over the rim of her

haven’t given it much thought,” Xander replied, cutting another piece of prime rib and forking

you, Lena?” she asked, giving Xander an incredulous look before turning her gaze

a small town somewhere

you, Beth?” Xander poured himself another glass of wine from the decanter,

little morose. “I don’t want

loosened the grudge I was holding against him

it,” I teased, and the look of warmth flashing behind Xander’s eyes made the

I hadn’t seen her smile in a

to be a certain type of person to hide your true identity,” Xander began, taking what would be his third helping of prime rib from the platter in the center of the table. “It’s a

you’re not who

teasing fashion. “You’d never know, because I’m very good at it. Tell me, what do you know about my childhood or

ruddy color to his cheeks. I sipped from my own wine, but Xander

he added, narrowing his eyes at

cheeks, and not from the wine. “I don’t know

and I quickly drained

said, glancing between us and smiling softly to herself. She rose to take her leave, and I

her ear. I couldn’t hear what they were saying, but Bethany gave him a shocked look as he placed a small piece of paper in the

her?” I asked as he

wine, purposefully filling it to the rim. I scowled at him as I tried to balance the wine glass without

you if you tell me what was in the

the wine coating my mouth and teeth. It was entirely

is none of your businesss,” he replied curtly, forking another piece

dirty look, and he gave me one of his own right back. This stonewall of dirty looks and silence went on for another twenty minutes before I finally left the table and retreated to our room. We had one more day in Crimson Creek.

closing the door behind him. Fire was blazing behind his eyes as he looked at me, and I narrowed my

cardigan

you?” he asked sharply, crossing the room and sitting on the edge of his bed to remove

began, looking for anything to fight with him

gave me a wry, somewhat playful smile, which further infuriated me. “You

did you give

not entitled to mine?” He placed his shoes next to his bed, then leaned

“Secrets?”

“Don’t play coy, Lena–”

“I know nothing about you. I don’t know where you’re from. I know virtually nothing about what’s been happening on the estate. You are the one keeping secrets, Xander.

said, c*****g his head to the side. He was trying to get a rise out of me. He was going to push every single one of my buttons until he got

my cardigan on so I could stuff my hands in my pockets, but I clenched them into

“Tell me–”

did George give you before we left the estate? An invitation to the

he’d

“Did he?”

pursed my lips into a tight line. “I don’t

leaning forward, “that wasn’t so

“What did you give–”

a way to find me again, if she wanted to leave Crimson Creek and start somewhere new. I offered to

blood rushing to my cheeks as the tension left my body, replaced by

it was, Lena, a love note? Me spilling my deepest

“No–”

what is

trying to get a handle on the emotions

“Are you alright?”

to get out of here. I need to

stopped talking abruptly, and I opened my eyes to him standing, his body rigid as he looked over at me. He tilted his head to the side, watching me

“I can’t–”

into the light. I felt the surge of power ebb away, and knew the strange highlight around my irises would have faded as

does

as I shoved against him. He took a step away from me, looking me up and down before retreating

utterly exposed as I backed away and

can you

I shook my head.

“Lena?”

that part of myself

narrowing his eyes at me.

but the words came out

can

The people I love,” I replied honestly, tearing my gaze away from him and settling it on the far

“That’s why–”

only care about graduating, and starting a career somewhere far, far

said, and it was

moment, then swallowed back my fear. I’d never talked to anyone about

was thirteen, and arrogant. I thought I knew everything, you know, and I told her as such. I don’t even remember what we were fighting about. She wasn’t even fighting with me. She was just standing there, trying to reason with me. She told me she… she loved me. And I just…” I took a shallow breath, closing my eyes against the memory I’d fought so hard to shutter. “I still don’t know what I did to her. I didn’t even touch her. But my anger… my emotions just…. She

“You didn’t touch her?”

“Not at all.”

“Then how–”

myself on a certain path, I’d have

so softly

“How could you possibly–”

why we don’t get along,” he said, a smile touching the corner of his mouth. “Bad things happen to us, don’t they? Like we’re magnets for

way,” I replied, but he shook his

go back to campus, Lena, and pretend

I retorted, but my mouth went dry

hiding from a part of yourself

hiding from?”

leaning forward with his elbows resting on his knees. A long moment of

back,

and kissing me so deeply I thought

*Lena*

in bed, feeling sorry for myself. I took a bath, and read one of the magazines that had been left on my bedside table. I slept, and slept some more, until my body was more rested

*Lana*

ona of tha magazinas that had baan laft on my badsida tabla. I slapt, and slapt soma mora, until

by coming into tha

tha aarly morning and laaving again bafora I had avan risan from bad around 9:00. Wa hadn’t spokan sinca our

graduata?” Bathany askad ovar tha rim of har glass of

thought,” Xandar rapliad, cutting anothar piaca of prima rib and forking it into

you, Lana?” sha askad, giving Xandar an incradulous look bafora turning har

somawhara north, actually, hopafully in

of wina from tha