Sould As The Alpha King's Breeder

Sold As The Alpha King’s Breeder Chapter 543

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 gliding

me upright until I reached out to steady myself on the railing, wrapping my hand around

Xander. I really

“You used your powers.”

“I’m not who you think I am,” I whispered as tire truth rose like bile in my throat. “My name is

up to brush a lock of hair from my face and tuck it behind my

“You don’t understand-”

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

Wiry did you

this in private,” he said as

of leading me around the warehouse, he brought me back inside, and we were hit with a rush

took me to the bar and began

you doing? I drought

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

finished my punch with a similar expression, and in a single flash of twinkling lights

my skin exposed for Xander to touch. His fingertips along my upper amis as we danced felt like little bursts of electricity, die

pinned against his abs as he

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

heightened when his hands traveled down my waist, his fingers toying with the break

wearing

as his lips grazed over

exploration of my body. Abigail had

be like this. We’d ended things. There was only one thing we needed to talk about now,

I had, everything I needed to know

out of here,” he whispered into my hair, turning me around to

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 shot through

“Where’s your jacket?”

his lips as he pulled me into a deeper embrace, our

a new one,” he growled hungrily, his hands

his need through the jeans he was wearing, and I subconsciously ground myself against him.

going back

I corrld say was,

***

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 I argued that we could go to mine, he shook his head, saying he didn’t want an audience to the conversation

biting into my skin as we walked, even with his jacket covering me and

I wanted to

a snow-packed street and Xander stopped, pulling into a

as I let him lead me

his hair, sending little sprinkles of

casually as a bored looking waitress set two menus on

looking around at the patrons of the dinner. It was quiet here, nothing but the sound of the cook tapping his spatula against the griddle and the soft hum of dated music drifting out of an old

“You’re thin, Lena.”

shoulders and fell over- the slit up my thigh. I was thankful for that, but felt guilt as I noticed his amis prickle with gooseflesh. He was wearing only a tee shirt and

gaze back on his menu. “Not while you’re wearing that dress. That’s only for me to

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