Sould As The Alpha King's Breeder

Chapter 45 : Only for Me to See

*Lena*

Adrian retreated from the area, glancing back only once as he slipped back through the door of the warehouse.

Xander didn’t speak. He just looked at me, his hands tucked in the pockets of his j acket.

I waited for him to say something for a moment, to say anything, but he was silent.

I shook my head, looking down at my boots before straightening up and attempting to walk past him toward the door.

He caught me by the elbow, pulling me to a halt.

“What are you wearing?” he asked, his voice low with a hint of rage.

“A dress,” I sneered, yanking my arm free.

He ran his tongue along the inside of his lower lip, looking me up and down. I wished the hunger in his eyes hadn’t had the effect on me that it did. My stomach tightened with anticipation as his gaze slowly met mine again.

“What do you want, Xander?”

“I need to apologize-”

“Need, or want? Those are two different things—”

He closed the distance between us with a single step, leaning down to whisper in my ear. His breath was warm on my neck, bringing a fresh wave of fire across my skin.

“I’m sony I wasn’t there for you when Slate assaulted you in that alley.”

I closed my eyes, breathing in his scent. He was wearing cologne, something woodsy and warm. I lost myself in it for a moment before I broke away from him once more.

“I need to find Heather and Vivien,” I said flatly, void of emotion.

“They left,” he replied, and my shoulders fell.

“What?”

“Heather left with a man, someone I don’t know. And Viv told me she’d seen you come out here. I promised her I’d walk you back to your apartment when you were ready to leave.”

I sighed, gritting my teeth as I looked up into his eyes. “I don’t need your- help getting home. It’s not far.”

“If Slate-”

“Slate’s gone,” I said, a little too loudly. I flushed as a group of partygoers standing on the edge of the dock looked in our direction.

Xander took a step closer to me, furrowing his brow. “What do you mean he’s gone? I saw him yesterday.”

“You did?” I felt my knees start to weaken as I thought back to tire night in the alley, about the blinding light, and waking up alone and covered in an inch of fresh snow.

do to him, exactly?” he whispered, his hand

was holding me upright until I reached out to steady myself on the railing,

know, Xander. I really

“You used your powers.”

looked up at him, tears welling in my eyes despite my efforts to stop them. “I’m not who you think I

to brush a lock of hair

“You don’t understand-”

than anyone,” he interrupted, then reached out to pull my hand from the railing, wrapping his hand around my chilled fingers. “You spent yourself

blood root help me? Wiry did you go back to

he said as a

he brought me back inside, and we were hit with a rush of warmth as we entered the crowded warehouse and walked beneath

me to the bar and began to pour two glasses of

I drought we

as he took a sip, grimacing as he swallowed it down. I knew it was heavily spiked; I could smell the liquor die second I brought it to my lips. “This is your last college party though. Let’s live it up, for a minute. It’s still early.” He downed the punch in a single gulp, and I couldn’t fight the smile that spread across my mouth

flash of twinkling lights Xander had his arm around my waist, leading me to die dance

night. My jacket had been tossed somewhere along the sidewall long ago now, leaving my skin exposed for Xander to touch. His fingertips along my upper amis as we danced felt like little bursts of

him, my chest pinned against

The music and the alcohol made every thought, every stress, and every anxiety I had flicker into embers to

traveled down my waist, his fingers toying with the break in the fabric over my hip bone. He chuckled, bending down to whisper

wearing underwear, are

I breathed, closing my eyes as his lips

their exploration of my body. Abigail had been right

things. There was only one thing we needed

couldn’t help myself, though. All of the questions I had, everything I needed

get out of here,” he whispered into my hair,

above our head, and my hair was damp with sweat around my temples. I didn’t know my mouth was slightly ajar until he kissed me, his tongue sliding over my lips and then against my tongue. A fever

“Where’s your jacket?”

don’t know,” I said against his lips as he pulled me into a deeper embrace, our bodies still moving

he growled

he was wearing, and I subconsciously ground myself against him. He hitched his breath, then smiled lazily, wrapping

back to

corrld say was,

***

we walked out of the warehouse. I slipped on the snow-covered sidewalk but he caught me, murmuring about having to cany me back to his apartment. His place was across town, from what he said, and when

me back to reality. The cold was biting into my skin as we walked, even with his

It was the last thing I wanted to do. I wanted to be alone with him. I wanted to inn my fingernails down his naked back and let

a snow-packed street and

I asked as I let him lead me into a booth near

heavy. He ruffled his hair, sending little

as a bored looking waitress set two menus on the

quiet here, nothing but the sound of the cook tapping his spatula against the griddle and the soft hum of

“You’re thin, Lena.”

thankful for that, but felt guilt as I noticed his amis prickle with gooseflesh. He was

he replied firmly, glancing at me through his lashes before settling his gaze back on his menu. “Not while you’re wearing that dress. That’s only