Sould As The Alpha King's Breeder

Sold As The Alpha King’s Breeder Chapter 554

Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder Chapter 554

Chapter 54 : You Have to Marry Him

*Lena*

The ballroom was situated toward the main entrance of the palace, and I found it rather easy to sneak into my room without being seen leaving the party.

The night was young, but I tore away at my gown anyway, struggling to find the zipper under the pale blue tulle that fell over my shoulder and down my back. I was panting by the time I’d stepped out of the dress and taken out the pin holding back my hair. I glanced in the mirror as I pulled on a silky pajama set, noticing my smudged makeup and overall disheveled appearance.

Xander was an Alpha? How could that possibly be? And where the hell was Egoren?

I paced the room, cleaning up the pins I’d shaken from my hair, and hung the dress back in the wardrobe. While my room was far removed from the ballroom, I could still feel the vibrations of music and chatter coming up from the carpeted floor, tingling up my legs as I paced.

But strangely enough, the back of my head began to tingle, like little pops of electricity going off inside my head. I blinked, scratching my temple as static filled my mind, followed my silence.

‘Where are you?’ Xander’s voice came through my mind, clear and edged with frustration.

I blinked again, furrowing my brow as I turned to face my reflection in the vanity.

‘I know you can hear me–’

‘Get out of my head!’ I said over the mind-link, adrenaline coursing through my skin as I looked around the room and then went to the window, standing to the side so no one below could see me.

‘We need to talk about this!’

‘I need to process what you’ve told me, Alpha King,’ I said with a hint of sarcasm.

He was quiet for a moment, then a low chuckle filled the far recesses of my mind. We were able to mind-link because of the mark; I knew that for certain. What I didn’t know was how to block him out. I retreated from the window and sat on the edge of the bed, gripping my knees.

‘Where are you?’ he repeated, but I shook my head, trying to will my mind to close whatever door he’d opened to me.

‘I’m in my room–’

‘And where is that? This place is… huge.’

‘You’re not coming up here–’

‘Second or third floor, then?’

‘Didn’t my uncle kick you out of the party?’ There was silence again, but only for a moment. I could feel the smirk touching his lips from wherever he was.

‘Quite the opposite, actually. I’m rather fond of your mother, and that tall woman… Luna Maeve?’

I paled, glancing out the window once more before I rose from the bed and slipped a robe over my pajamas. It wasn’t cold. It wasn’t ever cold in Avondale, but a chill ran through my body nonetheless.

‘What did you say to them?’

he meant it. His voice caught, almost like he was

you know anything about fair, Xander.’ I walked to the door and flipped

to tickle the recesses of

a knock

I threw myself at the door as it opened, but

into the door to prevent it from opening, and I would have been successful had I moved just one second

against him, which sent us spilling into the hallway. He yelped in

cried, my robe caught on the royal broaches lining his sash as I tried to roll

reached up and unclasped the sash, and it dangled from my robe and I stood

of his head and then looked for any traces of blood on his

if we got blood

you doing up here?” I asked, reaching down to help

from his neck. “Hiding,” he answered, a teasing grin on his face. “Just like you. Your

his ex-girlfriend’s expense. He stepped past me into my room and flipped on the

the doorway, searching

going to tell me what’s going on?” he asked, tapping his fingers on his

none of

business,”

my robe, tossing it on a table near the door and walked

he

is,” Oliver said causally, examining his

“And?”

himself to the

pleaded, which caused Oliver to shift

parents, and mine, where Egoren is, for one. Soren,

“W-what? As in–”

wiggling his fingers with a smug look on his

“That can’t be right–”

questions before Mom told him to go tend to his betrothed,” Oliver sighed, arching his brows as he considered his next

the mood, given the obvious rift between the

and he knew

a bit as he looked me up and down. “He told me

“Kind of–”

was suddenly grave, his eyes flashing with fury as he waited for me to say something like, “Xander forced me into it,” or, “He

lightheaded as I sank into the stool

“Why? You’re not twenty-one–”

his eyes. Understanding flashed behind his eyes as he chewed the inside of his cheek,

“Do you love him?”

shifted my weight on

did… do. But

“You rejected each other?”

thought of the mind-link and the way my mark was still searing the skin around

stealing a glance in his

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