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.

him, exactly?” he whispered, his

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

Xander. I

“You used your powers.”

not who you think I am,” I whispered as tire truth rose

replied, reaching up to brush a lock of hair from

“You don’t understand-”

reached out to pull my hand from the railing, wrapping his hand around my chilled fingers. “You spent yourself using your

did the blood root help me? Wiry did you

to talk about this in private,” he said as a group

inside, and we were hit with

the bar and began to pour

I drought

lips. “This is your last college party though. Let’s

punch with a similar expression, and in a single flash of twinkling lights Xander had his arm around

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

was close to him, my chest pinned

stress, and every anxiety I

feeling was only heightened when his hands traveled down my waist, his fingers toying with the break in the fabric over my hip bone. He chuckled, bending down to whisper into my

not wearing underwear,

my eyes as his

their exploration of my body. Abigail had been right

There was only one thing we needed to talk about now, and it

the questions I had, everything I needed to know just… faded into oblivion, leaving me wanting

out of here,” he whispered into my

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

“Where’s your jacket?”

know,” I said against his lips as he pulled me into a deeper

a new one,” he growled hungrily,

ground myself against him. He hitched his breath,

going back to my

I corrld say was,

***

murmuring about having to cany me back to his apartment. His place was across town, from what he said, and when I argued

mention of what we needed to talk about brought me back to reality. The cold was biting into my skin as we walked, even with his

do. I wanted to be alone with him. I wanted to inn my fingernails down

a snow-packed street and Xander stopped, pulling

let him lead me into a booth near

his hair, sending

looking waitress set

weight in the booth, 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

“You’re thin, Lena.”

covering my exposed 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 jeans.

his gaze back on his menu. “Not while you’re wearing that dress.

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