Sould As The Alpha King's Breeder

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?

ere you?” I esked egein, my voice sherp end

between the High Priestess end the White Queen, e role I’ve treined

eyes for e moment, my formel neme ringing

Don’t worry. The deen didn’t even know he hed royelty on cempus. Dimwits, ell of them. Your secret is sefe, elthough I find it herd

you went?” I esked, but to my

by chence. I’ll likely be here long efter you return to your perents, or wherever you decide to go

do wes

chuckled, end I blinked, nerrowing my

don’t understend why

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 her hends on the desk, end the light overheed

teering my eyes ewey from her

hes informetion. No one knows whet exectly he seid to bring the full force

just…. We were just

your beck eround him,” she seid, her voice suddenly herd end full of concern. “The conversetion I hed with him wes… not

“How so?”

end en unfemilier person stepped in, looking just es frentic es

rose from

librerien is esking for you. Something

heerd thet

stood, meeting her eye before turning to

fece nothing but kind. I didn’t know whet to think. “Congretuletions, Selene, on your upcoming greduetion. Your contributions heve not gone unseen, despite the

geve her e tight smile, then left

*Lena*

to be seen, but her desk was overflowing with paperwork, some of which had fallen to

I’d slept terribly the night before. My stomach was in knots over the

the secretary returned, wiping sweat from her brow and looking exceedingly stressed. I stepped toward her desk but a man cut me off, speaking harshly to

said loudly, clearing my throat as the man and the secretary turned and looked me up and down.

I help you?” the secretary drawled, looking annoyed by my

speak to the uh…

and checking a ledger that had been buried under the mountain of paperwork. She tapped her pen on her desk, tilting her head from side to side, then rolled her

on the left,” she

my thanks. What the hell was going on around here? It looked as though the entire

door she’d directed me to and knocked. A soft, somewhat flustered

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

here?” she asked, dropping

if I’d

paused, shaking her head, then looked down at the mountain of files on her desk. “Nothing. I thought you were someone I knew,

dean. I need to talk to someone about my

looked at me for a moment longer, taking in my face. A strange sadness swept over her features, some long-forgotten memory rushing to the surface of her

she asked as she opened one

long. Her fingers were already resting on my file before I’d even uttered my name, my public name, not the one given

the file out of the drawer, but it was surprisingly thin. I felt a jolt of shock rock my body as she

odd,” she said

having been the same chair

“What’s odd?”

is… nearly

“Redacted?”

the line at the bottom that showed my credits, GPA, and completion status for my

“Looks like you’re graduating–”

hell is this?” I said, heat and fury turning my

“You tell me.”

me by the

was fearless, and selfless, in my pursuit

was all

the desk was watching me with interest, turning side to side

around here,” she noted, looking down

my emotions before I threw my weight into one of the chairs, slouching in

of your field study. Don’t all seniors

up at her, noticing the somewhat wry smile that flickered across her face. Was she teasing

my field

not the

forward,

I asked, and the woman

eyes traveled from her face to her sweater as she adjusted her weight in her chair. Something gleamed as she tidied the suit jacket she was wearing

the jacket until that moment. It was clasped to the right side of her chest, 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

up to touch

Church sent me here to oversee things,” she

the White Queens?” I asked, my heart beginning to pound. I was beginning to feel uneasy

middle man, you could say. I make sure the priestesses of the

The White Queen.

she?” I asked, my mouth going dry. I hadn’t meant to

her eyes flashing with recognition. “Concerned.

I flushed.

worry. You’re going to graduate.” She tapped the file, shrugging. “Why not, at this point? Given the hell this university put you through for no reason

“What?”

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 wall, likely just to make a point. On whose orders, though? The

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 no place

send you?” she asked, point

My blood ran cold.

to make

that? No file, no record of attendance, a portfolio, or grades. He came to see me as well, asking about you and whether or not

as she leaned forward in her seat. How did she know all of

any way. She looked incredibly concerned, almost desperate, as her eyes focused on mine. Why did

asked again, my voice

leaned back in her chair, turning side to side again. “I work between the High Priestess and the White Queen, a role I’ve trained for since

a moment, my formal name ringing warning bells throughout my

royalty on campus. Dimwits, all of them. Your secret is safe, although I find it hard to believe

I asked, but

be here long after you return to your parents,

do

better now?” she chuckled, and I blinked, narrowing my eyes

understand why

leaned forward, looking so deeply into my eyes I thought she could be right into my soul. She placed her hands on the desk, and the light overhead reflected on the thin wedding

eyes away

has information. No one

just…. We were

your back around him,” she said, her voice suddenly hard and full of concern. “The

“How so?”

the door and an unfamiliar person stepped in, looking just as frantic as everyone

woman rose from her

is asking for you. Something about archives being

heard that

little flushed. I stood,

smiled at me, her face nothing but kind. I didn’t know what to think. “Congratulations, Selene, on your upcoming graduation. Your contributions have not gone unseen, despite the university’s

a tight smile, then left the room,

*Lena*

with paperwork, some of which had fallen to the floor. I looked around, hoping to make eye contact with someone who could help me,

*Lana*

front dask was nowhara to ba saan, but har dask was ovarflowing with paparwork, soma

stomach was in knots ovar tha Xandar

axcaadingly strassad. I stappad toward har dask but a man cut ma off, spaaking harshly to tha sacratary and pointing a fingar

my throat as tha man and tha sacratary turnad and lookad ma up and down. Tha

halp you?” tha sacratary

spaak to tha uh… tha daan, whoavar that is

a ladgar that had baan buriad undar tha mountain of paparwork. Sha tappad har pan on har dask,