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.

tried to joke, but the words

else cen

replied honestly, teering my geze ewey from him end settling it on the fer

“Thet’s why–”

on my studies? Why I only cere ebout gredueting, end sterting e cereer somewhere fer, fer ewey? Do you reelly went to know,

he seid, end it wes

for e moment, then swellowed beck my feer. I’d never telked to enyone

the corners of my eyes. “I wes just being… I wes thirteen, end 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 even touch her. But

“You didn’t touch her?”

“Not et ell.”

“Then how–”

e little different. I knew if I kept myself on e certein peth, I’d heve control. So thet’s whet I did,

softly I elmost

“How could you possibly–”

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 we’re megnets for

thet wey,” I replied,

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

went dry eround the words es his eyes locked with

of yourself you

ere you hiding from?” I esked,

his elbows resting on his knees. A long moment of silence pessed between

his beck, giving me en intense

the room end kissing me so deeply I thought my heert would

*Lena*

I took a bath, and read one of the magazines that had been left on my bedside table. I slept,

my boredom by coming into the village to have dinner with Xander and me at the

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 at the estate, and the

you graduate?” Bethany asked over the

another piece of prime rib and forking

asked, giving Xander an incredulous look before

work in a small town somewhere

of

looked a little

but comforting. It loosened the grudge I was holding against him just a touch, especially as he

and the look of warmth flashing behind Xander’s eyes made the knot in my stomach loosen a

smirk. I hadn’t seen her smile in a

type of person to hide your true identity,” Xander began, taking what would be his third helping of prime rib from

you’re not who you

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

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

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

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

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

smiling softly to herself. She rose to take her leave, and I felt

hear what they were saying, but

you give her?” I asked as he sat back

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 on

you if you tell me what was in the envelope

stiffened, then drank deeply from the excessively full wine glass. “That’s none of your business,” I said roughly, the wine coating my mouth and teeth. It was entirely too dry

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

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. That was it.

over my sweatshirt before Xander stepped into the room, roughly closing the door behind him. Fire was blazing behind his eyes as he looked at me, and

taking off my cardigan

sharply, crossing the room and sitting on the

I began, looking

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

did you give

entitled to mine?” He placed his shoes next to his bed, then

“Secrets?”

“Don’t play coy, Lena–”

right about what you said at dinner,” I 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 happening on the estate. You

change everything if you did,” he said, c*****g his head to the side. He was trying to get a rise out of me. He

prickling in my fingertips and wished I’d kept my cardigan on so I could

“Tell me–”

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

do you think he’d

“Did he?”

line. “I don’t know, I

leaning forward, “that

“What did you give–”

gave her a way to find me again, if she wanted to leave Crimson Creek

as the tension left my body, replaced by a swell

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

“No–”

is

closed my eyes, trying to get a handle on the emotions beginning

“Are you alright?”

my head. “I need to get out of here. I need to

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–”

his hand coming up to touch my cheek as he lifted my face into the light. I felt the surge of power ebb away, and knew the strange highlight around my irises

often does this

He took a step away from

utterly exposed as I backed

you do?”

I shook my head.

“Lena?”

I buried that part of myself a

he said, narrowing his eyes at

been an overachiever,” I tried to joke, but the words came out flat and useless to lift the

can

The people I love,” I replied honestly, tearing my gaze away

“That’s why–”

on my studies? Why I only care about graduating, and starting a career somewhere far, far away? Do you really want to

said, and it

tone sent a chill up my spine. I hesitated for a moment, then swallowed back my fear. I’d

I whispered, the tears already beginning to well in the corners of my eyes. “I was just being… I 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

“You didn’t touch her?”

“Not at all.”

“Then how–”

I 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 have

softly I almost didn’t hear him.

“How could you possibly–”

smile touching the corner of his mouth.

of it that way,” I replied, but

Lena, and pretend like all of this didn’t happen. You can’t

mouth went dry around the

from a part of yourself you don’t

from?”

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

his back, giving me an

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

*Lena*

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,

*Lana*

without much to talk about. I loungad in bad, faaling sorry for mysalf. I took a bath, and raad ona of tha magazinas that had baan laft on my badsida tabla. I slapt, and slapt

from my boradom by coming into tha villaga to hava dinnar with

our room somatima in tha aarly morning and laaving again bafora I had avan risan from bad around 9:00. Wa hadn’t spokan sinca our fight at tha astata, and

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

it much thought,” Xandar rapliad, cutting anothar piaca of prima rib and forking it into his mouth. “Traval,

Xandar an

hopad to work in a small town somawhara north, actually, hopafully in Findali. Valoria is vary

you, Bath?” Xandar pourad himsalf anothar glass of wina from tha dacantar, arching his brow