Sold as the Alpha King's Breeder novel 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.

“What did you do to him, exactly?" he whispered, his hand gliding down my back.

I didn't realize he was holding me upright until I reached out to steady myself on the railing, wrapping my hand around the ice- covered metal.

“I don't know, Xander. I really don't."

“You used your powers."

I looked up at him, tears welling in my eyes despite my efforts to stop them. “I'm not who you think I am," I whispered as tire truth rose like bile in my throat. “My name is Selene. My father is-"

“I know," he replied, reaching up to brush a lock of hair from my face and tuck it behind my ear.

“You don't understand-"

“I understand more than anyone," he interrupted, then reached out to pull my hand from the railing, wrapping his hand around my chilled fingers. “You spent yourself using your powers-"

“Why did the blood root help me? Wiry did you go back to Crimson Creek?"

“We need to talk about this in private," he said as a group passed us on the dock.

He took my hand, but inside of leading me around the warehouse, he brought me back inside, and we were hit with a rush of warmth as we entered the crowded warehouse and walked beneath the twinkling lights.

He took me to the bar and began to pour two glasses of punch.

“What are you doing? I drought we needed to talk?"

“We do," he said, handing me a glass as he took a sip, grimacing as he swallowed 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 in a single gulp, and I couldn't fight the smile that spread across my mouth as his eyes watered.

I finished my punch with a similar expression, and in a single flash of twinkling lights Xander had his arm around my waist, leading me to die dance floor.

I made a promise that I'd never forget that night. My jacket had been tossed somewhere 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 of electricity, die sensation mingling with music as he moved with the crowd.

I was close to him, my chest pinned against his abs as he held me close.

Perfect. This moment was perfect. The music and the alcohol made every thought, every stress, and every anxiety I had flicker into embers to be replaced by a growing desire to get Xander alone.

That 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 ear.

“You're not wearing underwear, are you?"

“No," I breathed, closing my eyes as his lips grazed over the top of my ear.

The music seemed to only get faster and more sensual. His hands continued their exploration of my body. Abigail had been right about the dress. Xander couldn't keep his hands off of me.

It wasn't supposed to be like this. We'd ended things. There was only one thing we needed to talk about now, and it had nothing to do with our relationship.

I couldn't help myself, though. All of the questions I had, everything I needed to know just... faded into oblivion, leaving me wanting for only one thing.