Sold as the Alpha King's Breeder novel Chapter 541

Chapter 43 : I’ll Ask Him Tomorrow

*Lena*

I hadn't seen or heard from Xander in a week.

I'd spent most of that time in bed. sweating beneath three thick quilts and even thicker flannel pajamas while Heather fussed over me, making sure I was taking the antibiotics the doctor had prescribed for what he said was a severe viral infection of some kind.

All of it felt odd. The days passed in a blur, day fading into night over, and over. I didn't seem to get better, however. My body was numb and frequently chilled despite how warm Heather tried to keep me.

The worst of it was having to come clean to both of my roommates about what had actually happened in Crimson Creek one feverish night when I'd spilled hot soup on my shirt, and Heather helped me remove it.

They saw the long, jagged scars across my belly, and had screamed, then were frantic and shocked beyond belief as I told them the incredible and unbelievable story.

I'm not sure if they believed it. They probably thought it was some tall tale my fevered mind had concocted.

But something changed the night before graduation.

Viv came into my room, balancing a large, hot mug of tea in her hands. Her face was drawn in a grimace, and in a split second, I knew why. I sat straight up.

“Where did you get that?" I cried, and Viv looked at me in shock. She set the mug of murky black liquid on the beside table that seperated my bed from Heather's bed.

“Xander dropped it off. He said you liked this tea and he could only get it in Crimson Creek."

I paled, looking down into the mug and watching the sheen that had developed on top of it. Blood root. I hadn't seen him because he went back to Crimson Creek.

“Is he here?" I asked, but Viv shook her head, looking a little sheepish.

“No. He left in a hurry. He told me how to brew it and I... do you really like it? The smell is just awful. I was going to try it but-" she held her stomach, looking a little green.

“How did he know I was sick?"

“Viv went to him the night Slate assaulted you," Heather said from the doorway, unwinding her scarf from around her neck and tossing it on her bed. I hied to swallow but found it impossible.

“I told him what we thought happened. And then when you got sick I... I know his roommate Adrian; we have classes together. I told him you were sick and then didn't see him again for several days."

I brought the tea to my lips and drank deeply, watching the disgusted looks on my roommates' faces as I tilted it back and drained it.

“What is it?" Heather asked as she took the empty mug and peered inside.

“Blood root," I said, then watched as she began to put the pieces together.

“You mean... everything you told us about Crimson Creek... it actually happened?"

“Yes," I said, laying back down on the pillow and rolling onto my side.

Xander- had been here and didn't say anything to me. He'd gone all the way to Crimson Creek and back just to get the blood root. Wiry? Wiry bring me blood root and instruct Viv to have me drink it?

The answer was clear several hours later, late into the night. I woke from the deepest sleep I'd ever experienced. Heather was snoring in her bed, and pale moonlight was drifting through tire frosted windows as I stood. There was no shake, no pain my bones and joints. My skin wasn't hot to the touch and my mind was clear.

I was healed, entirely.

I blinked into tire moonlight as a weight settled on my shoulders.

My powers, long dormant, had sent me into a fever. Blood root had made me whole again.

What did this mean?

There was only one person who I could ask. And I'd see him-tomorrow.

At graduation.

***

By the grace of the Goddess, and likely prodding by the student body, the informal graduation ceremony for those students graduating in December had been moved from the shabby conference room in the library to the small auditorium used almost exclusively by the theater club. I'd never been inside, not in tire three years I'd spent on campus, but found it cozy and decorated with sparkling lights.

None of us had dressed up. I sat with my legs crossed, running my palms over my jeans as Heather and Viv mingled with a group of students in tire aisle near the row we'd chosen to sit in. I'd promised my parents that if they'd just let me get this small formality out of the way, I'd walk in the official graduation ceremony in May, wearing a cap and gown and letting the announcer call my full, formal name instead of the alias I'd been using around campus.

I figured enough time would've passed by then for my friends to get over their shock, and likely anger, at the fact I'd hidden my true identity from them for so long. I hadn't told them, not yet. In fact, wanting to tell Heather tire truth was the last thing I remembered before I fell ill.

It was too chaotic now to say anything. No, not yet. Now was not tire time.