Sold as the Alpha King's Breeder novel Chapter 629

Chapter 129 : Going Home

*Lena*

He was right about not saying goodbye.

I hadn't even felt him go, and I woke around noon to the sound of rain pattering against the top of the tent. Beads of water ran across the ceiling, funneling in the center and rolling down one of the center posts holding the ceiling up, the water pooling on the ground.

The cot felt too large for one person all of the sudden, the edges cold to the touch.

He'd be somewhere near the Isles by now.

I forced myself to stand up and dress, to splash cold water on my face and braid back my hair. I wanted to do nothing more than curl back up on the cot and cry, but my tears were useless. He would keep his word; he always did.

My jaw was sore from the bite I'd planted on his chest. It could've just been a trick of my mind, but I could've sworn I could still taste his blood on my tongue.

My mate would come back. He'd come back, and we'd have our child. Then, I would follow him home to Egoren and be his Luna.

Winter Forest and the White Queen title be damned.

I walked out of the tent without a backward glance. I knew I wouldn't return, I had no reason to. Uncle Troy was likely wondering where the hell I was, and I was sure I would be on the next ship to Avondale, or even the port of Valoria. He'd likely already sent word to my parents that I was alive. They were expecting me, and no matter how badly my heart ached, I had to set my feelings aside and be the ruler, the princess my people expected me to be.

At least for a little while.

I was wearing a long-sleeved shirt Xander had left behind, the sleeves rolled up to my elbows and tucked in the pants I'd been wearing since the day Oliver and I suited up to storm the vampire realm. That felt like ages ago, but the memories of it were still fresh in my mind as I wandered through the maze-like war camp, which was still teeming with warriors from practically every territory in our realm.

A few warriors stopped to gawk at me as I passed, my white hair already spilling from the rushed braid hanging over my shoulder. I didn't stop, didn't make eye contact with anyone.

Xander had told me precisely where Troy's tent would be. I went straight there even though my stomach had begun to ache with hunger, especially after passing the dining tent where the smell of cornbread and roast chicken hung heavy in the air.

I could eat later. I could eat my fill once I knew what the plan would be. I'd get a good night's rest on whatever boat or plane I would be boarding.

But not now.

I flung back the tent flap to Troy's tent and stepped inside with an invitation, and laid eyes on…

“Robbie?" I croaked, surprised to see the giant of a man propped on a stool with his ankle balanced on his knee.

He crossed his arms over his broad chest, his auburn hair trembling as his brows raised and a deep chuckle emanated from his chest.

“Your mom and dad," he said with a breathy sigh, “are about ready to cause another war over you right now, Ms. Lena."

I rolled my eyes, wiping away the raindrops clinging to my shirt as I stepped fully into the tent.

“Where's Troy?"

“You just missed 'im, but he'll be back in a moment. Looking for coffee, I suspect."

I sat on the edge of the cot facing Robbie, looking him up and down. He looked like hell, bruised with bloodied knuckles and sporting a black eye.

I motioned to my own face, and he chuckled, shaking his head as he relaxed his long legs and stretched them out in front of them.

“Not from the war. Just a bit of spat with one of the other Alphas is all."

“You got into a fist fight with an Alpha?" I choked, taken aback.

Robbie shrugged, flexing his bloodied hand. Robbie was the Alpha of New Dianny, his mate, Alison, a survivor from the old pack who was able to flee the territory before Tasia brought the valley the ancient settlement of Dianny had been nestled between down over the top of the city. Their eldest daughter Joy was only a few months older than myself, and had married George the same day she turned twenty one.

Robbie had grown up just like Troy had, an orphan and a pirate by the time he could walk.

“Who?" I pried, but Troy walked into the tent just as the word left my mouth, and Robbie and I both fell into silence.

Troy sighed heavily, looking me up and down.

“You ready?" he asked, tilting his head towards the tent flap.

“For what?"

“To go home, Lena," Troy said, exhaustion flashing behind his eyes. He motioned toward a radio sitting on an unassuming table in the corner of the tent. “Your parents kept me up all night radioing every twenty minutes asking if you were on a ship yet."