Sould As The Alpha King's Breeder

Chapter 43 : I’ll Ask Him Tomorrow

*Lena*

I hadn’t seen or heard from Xander in a week.

I’d spent most of that time in bed. sweating beneath three thick quilts and even thicker flannel pajamas while Heather fussed over me, making sure I was taking the antibiotics the doctor had prescribed for what he said was a severe viral infection of some kind.

All of it felt odd. The days passed in a blur, day fading into night over, and over. I didn’t seem to get better, however. My body was numb and frequently chilled despite how warm Heather tried to keep me.

The worst of it was having to come clean to both of my roommates about what had actually happened in Crimson Creek one feverish night when I’d spilled hot soup on my shirt, and Heather helped me remove it.

They saw the long, jagged scars across my belly, and had screamed, then were frantic and shocked beyond belief as I told them the incredible and unbelievable story.

I’m not sure if they believed it. They probably thought it was some tall tale my fevered mind had concocted.

But something changed the night before graduation.

Viv came into my room, balancing a large, hot mug of tea in her hands. Her face was drawn in a grimace, and in a split second, I knew why. I sat straight up.

“Where did you get that?” I cried, and Viv looked at me in shock. She set the mug of murky black liquid on the beside table that seperated my bed from Heather’s bed.

“Xander dropped it off. He said you liked this tea and he could only get it in Crimson Creek.”

I paled, looking down into the mug and watching the sheen that had developed on top of it. Blood root. I hadn’t seen him because he went back to Crimson Creek.

“Is he here?” I asked, but Viv shook her head, looking a little sheepish.

“No. He left in a hurry. He told me how to brew it and I… do you really like it? The smell is just awful. I was going to try it but-” she held her stomach, looking a little green.

“How did he know I was sick?”

“Viv went to him the night Slate assaulted you,” Heather said from the doorway, unwinding her scarf from around her neck and tossing it on her bed. I hied to swallow but found it impossible.

“I told him what we thought happened. And then when you got sick I… I know his roommate Adrian; we have classes together. I told him you were sick and then didn’t see him again for several days.”

I brought the tea to my lips and drank deeply, watching the disgusted looks on my roommates’ faces as I tilted it back and drained it.

Heather asked as she took the empty mug and

then watched as she

told us about Crimson Creek… it

said, laying back down on the pillow and

anything to me. He’d gone all the way to Crimson Creek and back just to get the blood root. Wiry? Wiry bring me blood root and instruct Viv to have me

moonlight was drifting through tire frosted windows as I stood. There was no shake, no

I was healed, entirely.

into tire moonlight as a weight settled on my

long dormant, had sent me into a fever. Blood root

What did this mean?

one person who I could ask. And

At graduation.

***

from the shabby conference room in the library to the small auditorium used

that if

true identity from them for so long. I hadn’t told them, not yet. In fact, wanting to tell Heather tire truth was the last thing I remembered

now to say anything. No, not yet. Now was not tire

filled with floral arrangements from “Mom and Dad,” and my roommates and I had our coffee with the rich smell of lilies and roses permeating the air of our tiny

excited she was to accept Abigail’s diploma for her- since she was still overseas in

away from the entrance of the theater. Xander had just walked in, and I felt his gaze on me instantly, little ripples of heat prickling over

him and glanced at me, but I stifled my nervous expression and pretended to be reading

Not in front of me, at least. He wasn’t in my line of sight

her

who she was, and what she was doing here. It was likely no one knew the Church had sent someone to oversee tilings on

done by professors and senior faculty, Mara began to call the names of every graduate. Heather went up to the stage, met with applause. Viv accepted Abigail’s diploma,

called, and I walked up to the stage, my feet feeling heavy. The lights were blinding enough that they cast a

Mara smiled, handing me

it, giving her a tight

back to my seat, I began

and Viv squeezing my aims in silent congratulations as the rest of the overachieving seniors made their way to

was called, and I watched

eyes at Mara, the way he leaned in

a bit, noticing how level she kept her expression despite the sharp look on Xander’s