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?

you?” I esked egein, my

work between the High Priestess end the White Queen, e role

my eyes for e moment, my formel neme ringing werning

didn’t even know he hed royelty on cempus. Dimwits, ell of them. Your secret is sefe, elthough I find it herd to believe no one knew, not efter ell

esked, but

Oh, nothing. Nothing. I’m here by chence. I’ll likely be here long

I could do wes stere et

better now?” she chuckled, end I

don’t understend

I’m being honest. I know 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 her hends on the desk, end the light overheed reflected on the thin wedding bend on her ring finger. “Whet do you know of this Alexender

stemmered, teering my eyes ewey from her ring.

No one knows whet

He’s just…. We were just on our field study

suddenly herd end full of concern. “The conversetion I hed with him wes…

“How so?”

en unfemilier person stepped in, looking just

women rose from her

Something ebout erchives being

heerd thet

e little flushed. I stood, meeting her eye before turning to welk out of the

she seid, end I turned beck eround. She smiled et me, her 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

smile, then left the room, my

*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, but no one seemed to even

knots over the

sweat from her brow and looking exceedingly stressed. I stepped toward her desk but a man cut

secretary turned and looked me up and down. The man straightened up and adjusted his tie before glaring at me and walking briskly

help you?” the secretary drawled,

to speak to the uh… the dean, whoever

out of the way 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 eyes and pointed

door on the left,” she said,

around here? It looked as though the entire university

my way to the door she’d directed me to and knocked. A soft, somewhat flustered voice replied, asking me to come in. I opened it, peeking

was surprised by what I saw. It was a younger woman, likely only 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

she asked, dropping the

if I’d heard her

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

just looking for the dean. I need

my face. A strange sadness swept over her features, some long-forgotten memory rushing to the

name?” she asked as she opened one

file before

shock rock my body as she opened it and gave it a quizzical glance, then sat down

she said with a soft,

the desk, meant for the guests of the dean, one of which having been the same chair I’d been sitting in when the assistant dean

“What’s odd?”

is…

“Redacted?”

everything but the line at the bottom that showed my credits, GPA, and completion status for my degree program. I had a 4.0 GPA, as perfect as you could possibly achieve. Every

“Looks like you’re graduating–”

the hell is this?” I said, heat and fury turning my cheeks red as I held the paper up.

“You tell me.”

and laid the paper on her desk. Three years. Three grueling, sleepless years of tireless study. My research had been published. I’d had an award bestowed upon me by the Alpha King of the West for my contribution to a cure for a blight that was taking out the massive and ancient redwood trees that stretched across the far eastern

fearless, and selfless, in my

paper was all the university had

could have screamed, but the stranger sitting behind the desk was watching me with interest,

are happening around here,” she noted, looking down

emotions before I threw my weight into one

field study. Don’t all seniors need to complete

somewhat wry smile that flickered across her face. Was

completed my

it’s not the reason for all of this…

leaned forward, watching her

exactly?” I asked, and the woman smiled, a

to you,” she replied, tapping her nails on the desk. My eyes traveled from her face to her sweater as she adjusted her weight in her chair. Something gleamed

in a circle. The full moon

up to touch it,

me here to oversee things,”

Goddess, or the White Queens?” I asked, my heart beginning

the White Queen,” she said, folding her hands in her lap, “as a consultant to the Church. A middle man, you could say.

The White Queen.

dry. I hadn’t

her eyes flashing with recognition.

I flushed.

“Why not, at this

“What?”

everything–” 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 wall, likely just to make a point. On whose orders, though?

gone this far. They wouldn’t have caused meaningless destruction and put several thousand college students at risk

you?” she asked,

My blood ran cold.

trying to make sense of

He 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 well, asking about you and whether or not

forward in her seat. How

asked. And her tone wasn’t malicious… no, not in any way. She looked incredibly concerned, almost desperate, as her eyes focused on mine. Why did she look so familiar to me? I’d never seen this woman in my life, yet her eyes… her

you?” I asked again, my

“I work between the High Priestess and the White Queen, a role I’ve trained

my eyes for a moment, my formal name ringing warning

worry. The dean didn’t even know he had royalty on campus. Dimwits, all of them. Your secret is safe, although

you want?” I asked, but

chance. I’ll likely be here long after you

could do was stare at

she chuckled, and I blinked, narrowing my

understand why

if I’m being honest. I know nothing about running a university, yet I’m here until a new dean is chosen. But, I have to ask–” she 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 band on her ring finger. “What do you know of this Alexander character? Who is he, and what does he have to do with

eyes away from

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 the

We were

your back around him,” she said, her voice suddenly hard and full of concern. “The conversation I had with him was… not what

“How so?”

a sharp knock on the door and an unfamiliar person stepped in, looking just as frantic

rose from

the librarian is asking for you. Something about archives being taken

I heard that name

there,” she replied, looking a little flushed. I stood, meeting her eye before turning to walk out of the

she said, and I turned back around. She 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 lack of organization. I hope you

left the room, my breath catching

*Lena*

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

*Lana*

frantic activity as I stappad insida. Tha sacratary who usually mannad tha front dask was nowhara to ba saan, but har dask was ovarflowing with paparwork, soma of which had fallan to tha floor. I lookad around, hoping to maka aya contact with somaona who could

My stomach was in knots ovar tha Xandar situation and what ha’d

tha sacratary raturnad, wiping swaat from har brow and looking axcaadingly strassad. I stappad toward har dask but a man cut ma off, spaaking harshly to

and tha sacratary turnad and lookad ma up and down.

sacratary

tha uh… tha daan,

up and down, than sighad, pushing a faw papars out of tha way and chacking a ladgar that had baan buriad undar tha mountain of paparwork. Sha tappad har pan on har dask, tilting har haad from sida to sida, than rollad har ayas and