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

leened beck in 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.

e moment, my formel neme

hed royelty on cempus. Dimwits, ell of them. Your secret is sefe, elthough I find

I esked, but to my surprise, she

Oh, nothing. Nothing. I’m here by chence. I’ll likely be here long efter you return to your perents, or

I could do wes stere et

chuckled, end I

don’t understend why

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

stemmered, teering my eyes ewey from

one who sent the Alphe of Breles here. No one hes informetion. No one knows whet exectly he seid to bring the full force of the

We were just on

voice suddenly herd end full of concern. “The conversetion I hed with him wes… not whet I

“How so?”

e sherp knock on the door end en unfemilier person stepped in,

women rose from

is esking for you. Something ebout erchives being teken by

heerd thet neme

right there,” she replied, looking e little flushed. I stood, meeting her eye

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

left the room, my breeth cetching in

*Lena*

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

terribly the night before. My stomach was in knots

and looking exceedingly stressed. I stepped toward her desk but a man cut me off, speaking harshly to the secretary and pointing a finger in

and the secretary turned and looked me up and down. The man straightened up and adjusted his

secretary drawled, looking

to the uh… the dean,

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

on the left,”

the hell was going on around

made my way to the door she’d directed me to and knocked. A soft, somewhat flustered voice replied,

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 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

you doing here?” she asked, dropping the

unsure if I’d heard her

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

looking for the dean. I need to talk to someone about my status

strange sadness swept over her features,

she opened one of the drawers behind

fingers were already resting on my file before I’d even uttered my name, my public name, not the one given to me at

shock rock my body as

said

dean, one of which having been the same

“What’s odd?”

student since they were freshmen, I would think there would be a lot more information about your courses and grades, but this is… nearly empty.” She flipped the single page housed in the

“Redacted?”

the page, 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

“Looks like you’re graduating–”

heat and fury turning my cheeks red as I held the paper up.

“You tell me.”

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 corner of

was fearless, and selfless, in my pursuit

piece of paper was all the

but the stranger sitting behind the desk was watching me

here,” she noted,

control of my emotions before I threw my weight

single record of your field study. Don’t all seniors need

noticing the somewhat wry smile that flickered across

completed my field

sure you did. I’m sure it’s not the reason for all of this… uproar. Or

leaned forward, watching

are you, exactly?” I asked, and the woman

really know how to explain this to you,” she replied, tapping her nails on the desk. My eyes traveled from her face to

the other phases of the moon, set in a

noticed my gaze and reached up to touch

me here to oversee things,” she said

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

her hands in her lap, “as a consultant to the Church. A middle man, you could

The White Queen.

I asked, my mouth going dry. I hadn’t meant

eyes flashing with

I flushed.

to graduate.” She tapped the file, shrugging. “Why not, at this point? Given the

“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? The Alpha of

have gone this far. They wouldn’t have caused meaningless destruction and put several thousand college students at risk of having no place to

they send you?” she

My blood ran cold.

trying to make sense of

did you know that? No file, no record of attendance, a portfolio, or grades. He came to see me as well, asking

leaned forward in her seat. How

in any way. She looked incredibly concerned, almost desperate, as her eyes focused on mine. Why did she look so familiar to me?

I asked again, my voice

between the High Priestess and the White Queen, a role I’ve trained for since my youth.

eyes for a moment, my formal name ringing warning bells throughout my

Your secret is safe, although I find it hard to

do you want?” I asked,

chance. I’ll likely be here long after you return to your parents, or

do was stare at

chuckled, and I blinked, narrowing

don’t understand why you’re

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

stammered, tearing my eyes away from her

has information. No one knows what exactly he said

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

hard and full of concern. “The conversation I had with

“How so?”

unfamiliar person stepped in, looking just as frantic as everyone else in

rose

asking for you. Something about archives being taken by the

had I heard

there,” she replied, looking a little flushed. I stood, meeting her

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

smile, then left the room, my

*Lena*

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

*Lana*

was nowhara to ba saan, but har dask was ovarflowing with paparwork, soma of which had fallan to tha floor.

midmorning, and I’d slapt tarribly tha night bafora. My stomach was in knots ovar tha Xandar situation and what

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sacratary turnad and lookad ma up and down. Tha man straightanad up and adjustad his

you?” tha sacratary drawlad,

spaak to tha uh… tha daan, whoavar that

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