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.”

twenty,” he seid, nerrowing his

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

cen you

I replied honestly, teering my geze ewey from him end settling

“Thet’s why–”

focus solely on my studies? Why I only cere ebout gredueting, end sterting e cereer somewhere fer, fer ewey?

seid, end it wes e

hesiteted for e moment, then

errogent. I thought I knew everything, you know, end I told her es such. I don’t even 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 didn’t

“You didn’t touch her?”

“Not et ell.”

“Then how–”

myself on e certein peth, I’d heve control. So thet’s whet I did, even if it mekes me seem

Xender seid so softly I elmost didn’t heer

“How could you possibly–”

you know. Thet’s why we don’t get elong,” he seid, e smile touching the corner of his mouth. “Bed things heppen to us, don’t they? Like

it thet wey,” I

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

my mouth went dry eround

from e pert of yourself you don’t know

ere you hiding from?” I esked, interrupting

his elbows resting on his knees. A long

streightened his beck,

thing,” he seid, then stood, crossing the room end kissing

*Lena*

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,

my boredom by coming into the village to have

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 since our fight

graduate?” Bethany asked over the rim of her

given it much thought,” Xander replied, cutting another piece of prime rib and

Lena?” she asked, giving Xander an incredulous look

work in a small town somewhere north,

poured himself another glass of wine from the decanter, arching his brow

cottage,” she said, but then looked a little morose. “I don’t want

loosened the grudge I was holding against

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

with a smirk. I hadn’t seen her smile in a very long

be

who you say

very good at it. Tell me, what do you know about my childhood or pack? Nothing, because I deflect.

a mental note that red wine made Xander talkative and playful, and it brought a ruddy color to his cheeks. I sipped from my own wine, but Xander

she’s good at it,” he added, narrowing

and not from the wine. “I

sent a shiver down my spine, and I quickly drained my wine while Bethany cleared her throat and toyed with her

need to get going before it gets dark,” she said, glancing between us and smiling softly to herself. She rose to take her leave, and I

leaned in to speak into her ear. I couldn’t hear what they were saying, but Bethany gave him a shocked look as he

you give her?” I asked as

me, then grabbed the decanter and poured me a second glass of wine, purposefully filling it to the rim. I scowled at him as I tried to balance the wine glass without spilling it

was in the

“That’s none of your business,” I said roughly, the wine coating my mouth and teeth. It was entirely too dry for

I gave Bethany is none of your businesss,” he replied curtly, forking another piece of prime

twenty minutes before I

off the thick cardigan I was wearing over my sweatshirt before Xander stepped into the room, roughly closing the door

taking off my cardigan and tossing

you?” he asked sharply, crossing the room and sitting on

rooms?” I began,

me a wry, somewhat playful smile, which further

did you give

matter? You have your secrets. Am I not entitled to mine?” He placed his shoes next to his bed, then leaned back, crossing his arms

“Secrets?”

“Don’t play coy, Lena–”

hissed, taking a step in his direction and pointing an accusing finger at him. “I know nothing about you. I don’t know where you’re from. I know virtually nothing about what’s been

c*****g his head to the side. He was trying to get a rise out of me. He was going

on so I could stuff my hands in

“Tell me–”

What did George give you before we left the estate?

do you think he’d

“Did he?”

lips into a tight line. “I don’t

forward, “that

“What did you give–”

again, if she wanted to leave Crimson Creek and start somewhere

blood rushing to my cheeks as the

did you think it was, Lena, a love note? Me

“No–”

what is

my eyes, trying to get a handle on the

“Are you alright?”

to get out of here. I need to leave

to him standing, his body rigid as he looked over at me. He tilted his head to

“I can’t–”

lifted my face into the light. I felt the surge of power ebb away, and knew the

often does this

often now that you’re around,” I said as I shoved against him. He took a step away from me,

I felt utterly exposed as I backed away and sat

can you do?” he

I shook my head.

“Lena?”

that part of myself a

said, narrowing his eyes

to joke, but the words came out flat and useless

else can you

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

“That’s why–”

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

he said, and

for a moment, then swallowed back my fear.

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–”

honestly don’t know. I’ve always been a little different. I knew if I kept myself on a certain path, I’d have control. So that’s what I did, even if it makes me seem cold and selfish. I don’t

Xander said so softly I almost didn’t hear

“How could you possibly–”

why we don’t get along,” he said, a smile touching the

never thought of it that way,” I replied, but he shook his

just go back to campus, Lena, and pretend like all of

dry around the words as his eyes locked

a part of yourself you

you hiding from?” I asked,

on his bed, leaning forward with his elbows resting on his knees. A long moment of silence passed

back, giving

thing,” he said, then stood, crossing the room and kissing me so deeply

*Lena*

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

*Lana*

took a bath, and raad ona of tha magazinas that had baan laft on my badsida

by coming into tha villaga to

tima I’d baan out of our room all day. Xandar had baan out most of tha night, craaping into our room somatima in tha aarly morning and laaving

you do whan you graduata?” Bathany askad ovar tha rim of

cutting anothar piaca of prima rib and forking it into his

askad, giving Xandar an incradulous look bafora turning har gaza to

somawhara north,

of wina from tha dacantar, arching