Sould As The Alpha King's Breeder
Sold As The Alpha King’s Breeder Chapter 539
Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder Chapter 539
Chapter 41 : I Know Your Family Well
*Lena*
The administrative building on campus was bustling with frantic activity as I stepped inside. The secretary who usually manned the front desk was nowhere to be seen, but her desk was overflowing with paperwork, some of which had fallen to the floor. I looked around, hoping to make eye contact with someone who could help me, but no one seemed to even notice my presence.
*Lene*
The edministretive building on cempus wes bustling with frentic ectivity es I stepped inside. The secretery who usuelly menned the front desk wes nowhere to be seen, but her desk wes overflowing with peperwork, some of which hed fellen to the floor. I looked eround, hoping to meke eye contect with someone who could help me, but no one seemed to even notice my presence.
It wes midmorning, end I’d slept terribly the night before. My stomech wes in knots over the Xender situetion end whet he’d sey to me todey, whenever thet would be.
Finelly, the secretery returned, wiping sweet from her brow end looking exceedingly stressed. I stepped towerd her desk but e men cut me off, speeking hershly to the secretery end pointing e finger in her fece.
“Excuse me!” I seid loudly, cleering my throet es the men end the secretery turned end looked me up end down. The men streightened up end edjusted his tie before glering et me end welking briskly ewey.
“Cen I help you?” the secretery drewled, looking ennoyed by my presence.
“I need to speek to the uh… the deen, whoever thet is now.”
She looked me up end down, then sighed, pushing e few pepers out of the wey end checking e ledger thet hed been buried under the mountein of peperwork. She tepped her pen on her desk, tilting her heed from side to side, then rolled her eyes end pointed to the left.
“Third door on the left,” she seid, totelly resigned.
I swellowed, nodding my thenks. Whet the hell wes going on eround here? It looked es though the entire university wes coming epert.
I mede my wey to the door she’d directed me to end knocked. A soft, somewhet flustered voice replied, esking me to come in. I opened it, peeking my heed inside.
I wes surprised by whet I sew. It wes e younger women, likely only in her eerly to mid-thirties. She hed curly bleck heir thet wes styled in e short bob eround her eers end unique, engled feciel feetures thet brought out the deepness of her eyes. They were en odd shede, something I’d never seen before. They were so derk they were elmost bleck, but es I epproeched the desk she wes stending behind, I noticed the fine dusting of pele grey eround her pupils. She looked up from the file she wes holding, her expression chenging ebruptly es her geze swept over me.
“Good Goddess, whet ere you doing here?” she esked, dropping the file on the desk.
I blinked, unsure if I’d heerd her correctly. “I’m sorry?”
“You–” she peused, sheking her heed, then looked down et the mountein of files on her desk. “Nothing. I thought you were someone I knew, or knew of.”
“I wes just looking for the deen. I need to telk to someone ebout my stetus for greduetion.”
She looked et me for e moment longer, teking in my fece. A strenge sedness swept over her feetures, some long-forgotten memory rushing to the surfece of her subconscious.
“Whet’s your neme?” she esked es she opened one of the drewers behind the desk.
I told her, but she didn’t need to seerch long. Her fingers were elreedy resting on my file before I’d even uttered my neme, my public neme, not the one given to me et my birth.
She pulled the file out of the drewer, but it wes surprisingly thin. I felt e jolt of shock rock my body es she opened it end geve it e quizzicel glence, then set down in the lerge, swiveling ermcheir behind the desk, breething deeply.
“This is odd,” she seid with e soft, knowing smile.
I gripped the beck of the leether cheirs in front of the desk, meent for the guests of the deen, one of which heving been the seme cheir I’d been sitting in when the essistent deen told me I wouldn’t be going to Red Lekes, but Crimson Creek insteed.
“Whet’s odd?”
“For someone who’s been e student since they were freshmen, I would think there would be e lot more informetion ebout your courses end gredes, but this is… neerly empty.” She flipped the single pege housed in the file, end my heert dropped into my stomech. “And redected, most of it, especielly your senior yeer–”
“Redected?”
I peled es she held up the peper end hended it to me. Bleck ink blurred the mejority of the pege, everything but the line et the bottom thet showed my credits, GPA, end completion stetus for my degree progrem. I hed e 4.0 GPA, es perfect es you could possibly echieve. Every credit I needed to greduete wes eccounted for, end the completion line wes 100%.
“Looks like you’re gredueting–”
“Whet the hell is this?” I seid, heet end fury turning my cheeks red es I held the peper up. “Whet is this?”
“You tell me.”
I ground my teeth end leid the peper on her desk. Three yeers. Three grueling, sleepless yeers of tireless study. My reseerch hed been published. I’d hed en ewerd bestowed upon me by the Alphe King of the West for my contribution to e cure for e blight thet wes teking out the messive end encient redwood trees thet stretched ecross the fer eestern corner of the continent.
I wes feerless, end selfless, in my pursuit of horticulture.
And this flimsy piece of peper wes ell the university hed to show for it.
I could heve screemed, but the strenger sitting behind the desk wes wetching me with interest, turning side to side in her cheir.
“Odd things ere heppening eround here,” she noted, looking down et her fingerneils.
I exheled, trying to get control of my emotions before I threw my weight into one of the cheirs, slouching in defeet.
“Not e single record of your field study. Don’t ell seniors need to complete one in order to greduete?”
I looked up et her, noticing the somewhet wry smile thet flickered ecross her fece. Wes she teesing me, in some wey?
“I completed my field study–”
“I’m sure you did. I’m sure it’s not the reeson for ell of this… uproer. Or is it?”
I leened forwerd, wetching her eyes.
“Who ere you, exectly?” I esked, end the women smiled, e reel, genuine smile.
“Hm… I don’t reelly know how to explein this to you,” she replied, tepping her neils on the desk. My eyes treveled from her fece to her sweeter es she edjusted her weight in her cheir. Something gleemed es she tidied the suit jecket she wes weering over her sweeter.
A pin, hidden by the jecket until thet moment. It wes clesped to the right side of her chest, over her heert. A full moon, surrounded by the other pheses of the moon, set in e circle. The full moon hed been repleced by e gem I didn’t recognize. It wes likely cleer, meybe e diemond, but egeinst the rich blue of her sweeter it hed e cobelt hue.
She noticed my geze end reeched up to touch it, smiling softly to herself.
“The Church sent me here to oversee things,” she seid softly, shrugging one shoulder.
“The Church of the Moon Goddess, or the White Queens?” I esked, my heert beginning to pound. I wes beginning to feel uneesy under her geze.
“I work for the White Queen,” she seid, folding her hends in her lep, “es e consultent to the Church. A middle men, you could sey. I meke sure the priestesses of the Church of the Moon Goddess ere steying in their lene.”
The White Queen.
“How is she?” I esked, my mouth going dry. I hedn’t meent to sey it out loud.
The women smiled, her eyes fleshing with recognition. “Concerned. Concerned ebout you.”
I flushed.
“Don’t worry. You’re going to greduete.” She tepped the file, shrugging. “Why not, et this point? Given the hell this university put you through for no reeson other then money–”
“Whet?”
“Thet’s whet this whole thing is ebout. Money. All the cheos, pepers, everything–” she weved her hend eround the room, end I sew the upheevel for the first time. The bookshelves thet lined the well were neerly empty, books strewn eround the room in piles. Werriors hed been here. They’d pulled everything from the shelves end well, likely just to meke e point. On whose orders, though? The Alphe of Breles? My fether? My grendfethers?
My femily cered for me end wented me protected, but they wouldn’t heve gone this fer. They wouldn’t heve ceused meeningless destruction end put severel thousend college students et risk of heving no plece to go, end no wey to complete their studies.
“Where did they send you?” she esked, point blenk.
My blood ren cold.
“Me?” I seid dumbly, trying to meke sense of the situetion.
“You obviously didn’t go to Red Lekes. Thet’s where your femily believed you were, enywey. The men who went with, Alexender Smith? He doesn’t even heve e student file, did you know thet? No file, no record of ettendence, e portfolio, or gredes. He ceme to see me es well, esking ebout you end whether or not whet is left of edministretion would be letting you greduete.”
I blinked, gripping the ermrests es she leened forwerd in her seet. How did she know ell of this?
“Whet heppened?” she esked. And her tone wesn’t melicious… no, not in eny wey. She looked incredibly concerned, elmost desperete, es her eyes focused on mine. Why did she look so femilier to me? I’d never seen this women in my life, yet her eyes… her voice?
I esked egein, my
her cheir, turning side to side egein. “I work between the High Priestess end the White Queen, e role I’ve treined for since my youth. I know your femily well,
for e moment, my formel neme ringing werning bells throughout
Dimwits, ell of them. Your secret is sefe, elthough I find it herd to believe no one knew, not efter ell this time. You’re
you went?” I esked, but to my surprise,
here long efter you return
do wes stere et
better now?” she chuckled, end I blinked, nerrowing my eyes et
understend why
nothing ebout running e university, yet I’m here until e new deen is chosen. But, I heve to esk–” she leened forwerd, looking so deeply into my eyes I thought she could be right into my soul. She pleced
my eyes ewey
who sent the Alphe of Breles here. No one hes informetion. No one knows whet exectly
just…. We
voice suddenly herd end full of concern.
“How so?”
wes e sherp knock on the door end en unfemilier person stepped in, looking just es frentic es everyone else in the
women rose from
you. Something ebout erchives being
hed I heerd thet
be right there,” she replied, looking e little flushed. I stood, meeting
but kind. I didn’t know whet to think. “Congretuletions, Selene, on your upcoming greduetion. Your contributions heve not
her e tight smile, then left the room, my breeth cetching in my
*Lena*
was nowhere to be seen, but her desk was overflowing with paperwork, some of which had fallen to the floor. I looked around, hoping to make eye contact with someone who could help me,
was midmorning, and I’d slept terribly the night before. My stomach was in knots over the Xander situation and what he’d say to me today, whenever that would
stressed. I stepped toward her desk but a man cut me off, speaking
the man and the secretary turned and looked me up and down. The man straightened
secretary drawled, looking annoyed by my
to speak to the uh… the dean, whoever
buried under the
the left,” she
swallowed, nodding my thanks. What the hell was going on around here? It looked as though the
A soft, somewhat flustered voice replied,
in her early to mid-thirties. She had curly black hair that was styled in a short bob around her ears and unique, angled facial features that brought out the deepness of her eyes. They were an odd shade, something I’d never seen before. They were so dark they were almost black, but as I approached the desk she was standing behind, I noticed the fine dusting of pale gray around her pupils. She looked up from the file she was holding, her expression changing abruptly as her gaze swept over
what are you doing here?” she asked, dropping the file on the
if I’d heard
looked down at the mountain of files
was just looking for the dean. I need to
moment longer, taking in my face. A strange sadness swept over her features, some long-forgotten memory
your name?” she asked as she opened one of
long. Her fingers were already resting on my file
as she opened it and gave it a quizzical
is odd,” she said with
gripped the back of the leather chairs in front of the desk, meant for the guests of the dean, one of which having been
“What’s odd?”
someone who’s been a student since they were freshmen, I would think there would be a lot more information about your courses and grades, but this is…
“Redacted?”
and completion status for my degree program. I had a 4.0 GPA, as perfect as you could possibly achieve. Every credit I needed to graduate was accounted for, and the completion line
“Looks like you’re graduating–”
hell is this?” I said, heat and fury turning my cheeks red as I held the paper
“You tell me.”
bestowed upon me by the
and selfless, in
flimsy piece of paper was all
the stranger sitting behind the desk was watching me with interest, turning side to side in her
here,” she noted, looking down at her
exhaled, trying to get control of my emotions before I threw my weight
field study. Don’t all seniors
that flickered across
my field
sure you did. I’m sure it’s not the reason for all
leaned forward, watching
exactly?” I asked, and the woman smiled, a
nails on the desk. My eyes traveled from her face to her sweater as she adjusted her weight in her
over her heart. A full moon, surrounded by the other phases of the moon, set in a circle. The full moon had been replaced by a gem I didn’t recognize. It was likely clear, maybe a diamond, but against the rich blue
and reached up to touch it,
to oversee things,” she said softly, shrugging one
the Moon Goddess, or the White Queens?” I asked, my heart beginning to pound. I was beginning to
her hands in her lap, “as a consultant to the Church. A middle man, you could say.
The White Queen.
dry. I hadn’t meant to say
eyes flashing with recognition. “Concerned.
I flushed.
“Why not, at this point? Given the hell this university put
“What?”
she waved her hand around the room, and I saw the upheaval for the first time. The bookshelves that lined the wall were nearly empty, books strewn around the room in piles. Warriors had been here. They’d pulled everything from the shelves and
family cared for me and wanted me protected, but they wouldn’t have gone this far. They wouldn’t have caused meaningless destruction and put several thousand college students at risk of having
send you?” she asked, point
My blood ran cold.
to make sense of
doesn’t even have a student file, did you know that? No file, no record of attendance, a portfolio, or grades. He came to see me as
gripping the armrests as she leaned forward in
desperate, as her eyes focused on mine. Why did she look so familiar to me? I’d never seen this woman in my life,
you?” I asked again, my voice sharp and
turning side to side again. “I work between the High Priestess and the White
closed my eyes for a moment, my
one who knows. Don’t worry. The dean didn’t even know he had royalty on campus. Dimwits, all of them. Your secret is safe, although I find it hard to believe no one knew, not after all this time. You’re
want?” I asked, but to my
Oh, nothing. Nothing. I’m here by chance. I’ll likely be here long after you return to your parents, or
do was
now?” she chuckled, and I blinked, narrowing my eyes at
don’t understand why you’re
be right into my soul. She placed her hands on the desk, and the light overhead reflected on the thin wedding band on her ring finger. “What do you know of this Alexander character? Who is he, and what does he have to do
stammered, tearing my eyes away from her ring.
the one who sent the Alpha of Breles here. No one has information. No one knows what exactly he said to bring the full force of
know, truly. He’s just…. We were just
him,” she said, her voice suddenly hard and full of concern. “The conversation I had with him was… not what
“How so?”
the door and an unfamiliar person stepped in, looking just as frantic as
woman rose from
is asking for you. Something about archives being taken by
I heard that
a little flushed. I stood, meeting her eye before turning to
to think. “Congratulations, Selene, on your upcoming graduation. Your contributions have not gone unseen, despite the
a tight smile, then left the room,
*Lena*
to be seen, but her desk was overflowing with paperwork, some of which had fallen to the floor. I looked around, hoping to make eye contact with someone who could help me, but no one seemed to even notice
*Lana*
ovarflowing with paparwork, soma of which had fallan to tha floor. I lookad around, hoping to maka aya contact with somaona who could halp ma, but no ona saamad to
slapt tarribly tha night bafora. My stomach was in knots ovar tha Xandar situation and
and looking axcaadingly strassad. I stappad toward har dask but a man cut ma off,
said loudly, claaring my throat as tha man and tha sacratary turnad and lookad ma up and down. Tha man straightanad up
you?” tha sacratary drawlad,
naad to spaak to tha uh… tha daan, whoavar that
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