Sold as the Alpha King's Breeder novel Chapter 544

Chapter 46 : The Court of Blood and Fury

*Xander*

Lena, the White Queen?

I chewed the inside of my lip as I held the door of the diner open for her. We stepped out onto the sidewalk, and I moved her to my side so she was walking near the buildings, and I was closer to the street.

Not tliat a car was likely to bound over the sidewalk-I'd seen more cars in Crimson Creek than I'd ever seen in Morhan.

It was that snake, Slate, tliat I was worried about. I was waiting for him to just appear out of a shadowed alley and try to finish what he'd started with Lena at any second.

We only had three more blocks until we reached my apartment, however. For now, we were safe, and alone.

Alone. Alone with my thoughts. Alone with the crushing certainty that I would never be able to be with Lena like I had intended to.

I couldn't take her away now. I couldn't ask that of her. She was more than just a descendant of Rosalie, those women with their special, life-giving blood. She was an heir to the most significant throne in the realm of light. I couldn't take tliat from her.

I thought other's would be in line for the crown first, but she made it seem like that wasn't the case. Those strange powers she held inside, bottled up and buried, were much more than some fluke in her' genetic code.

She had those powers for a reason. I saw it clearly now.

Adrian was right. What reason did I have now to tell her the whole truth about who I was and why I was here? Even if I told her the truth, she'd never accept the terms of what our relationship needed to look like. It wasn't like she could get on a ship, or a plane, to come see me while I ruled my lands, and vice versa. A sacrifice would need to be made.

I wondered if I could be the one to make that sacrifice as I looked over at her. Snow stuck to her eyelashes, and the tip of her nose was red from the cold. I wanted to tease her, to tell her this is what she deserved for wearing a scrap of fabric to cover her body in the middle of winter, but I kept my mouth shut. My eyes drifted down to where the slit in her dress exposed her hip bone, although it was currently covered by my heavy jacket.

I wouldn't even need to take the dress off of her to do what I desperately wanted to do to her.

But I shouldn't touch her. It felt wrong. The only thing keeping me from turning around and taking her back to her apartment, saying goodbye for good, was tire simple fact tliat there was nothing else I wanted to do less than say goodbye. If we only had one night together before parting forever, maybe it wasn't so wrong to make the most of it.

Especially if I told her how I felt.

I guided her across one last snow-packed street and into my apartment building. It was quiet inside the foyer of the building. We climbed the three flights of stairs to the shabby two-bedroom unit I shared with Adrian. He'd already told me he wouldn't be coming home tonight. He meant to make the most of our last few nights in Morhan as well.

But his absence was for another reason too. It afforded me the privacy I needed with Lena. I wouldn't have this chance again.

I closed the door of my apartment behind us as we stepped into the front hallway. Lena shrugged off my coat and hung it on the coat rack, and I brushed melted snow from my arms before taking off my boots.

My skin was freezing, and the rush of warm air in the apartment made it tingle as I looked up, watching Lena walk into the open kitchen, living, and dining area. She looked around, her bare feet soundless on the caipet. The streetlight flooding through the window overlooking the street washed over her skin, highlighting the muscles of her arms and upper thigh, where the dress parted and swept over her leg.

The look of her was enough to drive me crazy with desire. She turned, her breasts hugged by the silken fabric as she faced me, giving me a soft smile.

“It's not much," I breathed, walking toward her', “but it's home-and affordable."

“It's nice," she smiled, but she wasn't looking around anymore. She was looking at me, her pale gray eyes fixed on mine.

“Lena," I began, taking another step in her direction.

She straightened her shoulders a bit, gearing up for what looked like a fight. I hesitated. What could I possibly say to her?

“What are we doing?" she asked, her voice a barely audible whisper.

I ran my tongue along my lower lip, dropping my eyes from her and settling them on the floor between us. “I wish I had a straightforward answer for you-"

“Why were you in Crimson Creek?"

“Alma told me you'd need the blood root for a time. I don't know how or why it affects you. I thought it was because of your injury, but now I'm not sure. It might have something to do with you being a White Queen-"

“Why were you acting so weird in the diner after I told you?"

“I-didn't know about the line of succession." I paused. It was a half-truth, at least.

She blinked a few times, and I noticed her eyes were misted with tears. I wanted to reach out to her, to pull her' into an embrace. But my hand curled into a fist at my side inside.

“I'm tethered to this path, Xander. I was bom for this role. I don't have the same freedoms as others. One day, I'll move to Winter Forest, and I will live there until the day I die."

“You're next in line? You said-"

“My Aunt Maeve is my grandmother's heir, but..." Lena took a deep breath, looking at me through tears. “She stepped down from the line of succession. There's... more. But I don't think.... It doesn't matter-"

“What if you didn't accept the throne?" I asked, but she shook her' head, hugging herself with her amis.

“I can't reject it. I'm the only female heir in this generation. It's mine. The title will pass to my daughter-if I have one." She stopped talking abruptly, exhaling through her nose.

An indescribable pain washed over me. I hadn't told her what Alma had said about her ability, or lack thereof, to have children.