Sould As The Alpha King's Breeder

Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder Chapter 546

Chapter 48: He’s Gone

*Lena*

Heather was pacing back and forth across the living room of our apartment, her face screwed up in a vicious scowl. I was sitting on the couch, my cheeks tear-stained and the tender skin above my left breast throbbing painfully as Viv held my hand, toying with my fingers to mask her own nerves.

“And he didn’t even walk you home?” Heather spat, her face flaming with fury.

I choked back a sob and nodded, to which Heather replied by throwing her hands in the air and stifling what could have only been

a scream.

“F*ck these Morhan men, seriously,” Viv mumbled, her face flushed of all color as she glanced at me, then down to where Xander’s mark was, although it was hidden by several layers of clothing, and a thick robe, at this point.

I was freezing. Everything hurt. I felt like I was being torn to shreds from the inside out. Rejection. It had to be rejection. How could I have been so stupid?

“I say we kill him,” Heather said sharply.

I would have thought she was joking or trying to make me feel better, but her expression was deathly serious. “I’ll be fine,” I cried, but I didn’t feel fine.

“What the f*ck was he thinking! Marking you, then kicking you out-” Heather was raging.

I’d never seen her like this before, and if I hadn’t been on the verge of a total breakdown, I would have been incredibly impressed by her ability to throw herself into this kind of fury.

I was crumbling. My entire body was shaking as Viv tightened her grip on my hand.

This kind of anguish should have sent me into a tailspin and ignited my powers. But for whatever reason, all I felt was grief.

My fingers weren’t prickling. Plants weren’t growing between the gaps in the hardwood floor, and I hadn’t obliterated my roommates in a burst of light.

I was just devastated, and for the first time in my life, I was able to feel every single excruciating emotion without it causing me to spiral out of control.

Normally I’d retreat. I’d back myself into the darkness, looking for the door to the secret place, the garden I kept hidden in my mind.

I hadn’t been able to find it today. I was numb to everything but the pain radiating through my body.

Xander had sent me home in a pair of his sweatpants and sweater that hung so loosely from my body that I had to hold my pants up as I walked the five blocks between our apartments. Xander was a mess, fighting with Adrian the entire time I dressed, the argument spilling into the hallway and down the stairs into the lobby of the apartment building.

At first I thought someone must have died based on the severity of the fight, or that we were under attack. He was frantic, pulling on a coat and hat and practically pushing me out the door, telling me to go straight home without giving me a single second to ask why, or what had happened.

He stalked off down the street, in the opposite direction, while I stood on the snowy sidewalk in my walk of shame outfit, the sweatpants I was wearing covering the black leather boots I’d worn the night before, which were useless in the thick snow.

apologize, but I had been too shocked to register

to Xander, felt like it was fraying,

anyone who had been rejected by their mate. Xander and I had chosen each other only hours before. The tears had started to fall when I began to wonder if he had woken up next to see, full of regret,

knew better. This went against

couch surrounded by my roommates as they tried

tomorrow. It was

as I sat there, watching Heather and Viv argue about what could be done, I felt a sudden, inexplicit peace wash over me. I leaned into the couch

inside of me, whatever had been there before replaced by

me to Xander quivered, then slackened, its hold around my heart falling away as the throbbing

stood up, leaning forward as I tried to fill my

watched me I staggered toward the kitchen and

I chugged the water, closing

the cup down

Viv asked, but I shook my head, cutting her off as I turned to look at

softly, my

looking as

doesn’t hurt.”

but Heather

to my room, shutting the door behind me and sinking down into

again. The sun was setting as I rolled out of bed, finding the apartment empty as I walked

Break. Their suitcases were open and half full. Little piles of clothes and shoes were scattered on the rug

owed them an apology. I owed them endless thanks for caring for me repeatedly over the

truth, just like I’d told Xander,

of paper and a pen. I spent the next hour spilling my truth out on

I gave up, flopping down on my bed with my arms splayed and my eyes closed. I heard Viv and Heather come home, their muffled

was a male voice with them, and I rolled out of bed before my mind could

room, a feeling of dread washing over me as the three

in my throat. I reached up to touch

left town,” Adrian replied, his voice low and hoarse. His cheeks were flushed a rosy pink, and based on

“Where did he go?”

off abruptly and he

what?” Heather snapped, just as irritated as she had been when

Morhan?” he asked us, turning

around nervously, and

eyes at him. “What’s going on? Does this have something to do with Crimson

told me everything I needed to

but Adrian only shrugged, looking defeated. I wished that Viv and Heather weren’t in the room so I could ask him for details. I knew he wouldn’t

“I don’t know.”

has to be something-” I began, but Adrian was