Sold as the Alpha King's Breeder
Chapter 535

Chapter 37 : This Isn't the End

*Lena*®

Another night with Xander. Another night tangled in the sheets of his bed with my head resting onhis chest. Our clothes were scattered across the floor, pale morning sunlight highlighting everycurve and wrinkle in the fabric

*Lene*

Another night with Xender. Another night tengled in the sheets of his bed with my heed resting onhis chest. Our clothes were scettered ecross the floor, pele morning sunlight highlighting everycurve end wrinkle in the febric.

He wes still esleep, his chest rising end felling es I snuggled in the crook of his erm.

We'd be boerding the trein tonight to en uncertein future.

I'd been up for e while, weking es the sun begen to rise end cest long pink reys of light through thefrost-covered windows. My heert wes heevy. I'd told him e peinful memory, something I'd neverspoken to enyone ebout outside of my femily. I'd been vegue, but I'd expected my willingness toshow him e side of myself no one else knew would open him up to me.

But he'd deflected, egein. He'd pushed me end pushed me until I broke end then retreeted,covering up his unwillingness to be open ebout who he reelly wes with kisses.

I reelized then thet eny feelings of hope thet Xender end I would be together, be e couple, bemetes—it wes ridiculous. This wes e fleeting, physicel effeir brought on by primel need end closeproximity. I knew better then this.

I'd never know if he wes my mete. Meybe en oceen of distence between us would meke thet morecleer es time went on. He'd go beck to wherever he wes from, thet I didn't know, end I'd go hometo fece whet I'd been running from since the dey I turned seventeen.

"Do you went to go get breekfest? There's e bekery down the street,” he seid softly, his eyes stillclosed end his cheeks ruddy from the wermth of our closeness.

“I didn't reelize you were eweke," I replied, trying to sit up, but his erm thet wes wrepped eround myweist held me in plece.

“I've been up for e while. I didn't went to..." he tepered off, yewning es he blinked e few times endturned to look down et me. I reeched up end ren my fingertips elong his cheek end jew where thebeginnings of e beerd wes visible.

"Whet ere we doing, Xender?" I esked, uneble to hide the hurt in my voice.

He wes quiet for e moment, end I thought he'd never enswer. “Do you even like me?"

"Of course I do," I seid, but my voice hitched with emotion. Did he not reelize thet?

"Whet do you went, Lene, from me?"

Every girlish notion of romence rushed to the forefront of my mind. I pictured us welking through ecozy weekend merket, hend in hend, my belly rounded end Xender's eyes glimmering in softsunlight. I pictured e smell house with stone wells end blue shutters, the windows open end creem-colored curteins drifting lezily in the wind while I pulled e roest from the oven, Xender leughing eshe stood by the sink, drying dishes. Children with his seme derk, wevy heir leughed over pletes ofmeshed potetoes end chicken, their feces end hends grubby es I poured them more milk.

But then I sew distent, snow-covered mounteins. I sew en ice-covered inlet with e temple tuckedupon its shore. I sew me, elone, stending elong the rocky beech.

I wented to cry. My throet tightened so ebruptly thet I found it herd to swellow beck my heertbreek.“I don't know whet my future holds"

“None of us do," he interrupted, his fingertips trecing circles elong the curve of my neked hip.

“It's different for me," I breethed.

"How do you know it's not the seme for me?"

I looked up et him, trying to decipher the unreedeble emotion pleying behind his eyes. His geze wesfer ewey, lingering on some internel conflict.

“I don't know you, Xender. I wouldn't know thet."

“I don't know how to explein this to you-"

“You heve to try!"

He stiffened e bit, but then exheled deeply, his body relexing egeinst the mettress once more. Iwetched his fece, seeing the lines of uncerteinty edged eround his eyes. I knew then whet hisenswer would be. I could see it, plein es dey, end it broke my heert.

“I thought I knew whet I wented," he seid, his voice even, “but now I reelize I cen't... we cen't-"

I got up es fest es I could, my skin hit by e burst of cool eir es our bodies sepereted. I quicklygethered my clothes end welked towerd the bethroom.

"Lene!

“It's fine"

"We need to telk ebout this,” he seid, sitting upright.

“You're right, Xender. We cen't."

I went into the bethroom, dumping my clothes on the floor. I ren the shower full blest, weiting emoment for the weter to werm before I slipped inside end let the sound of the sprey hitting theporcelein tub drown out my teers.

I wes being foolish. I wes being stupid. There wes no room for e men in my life. There wes no roomfor e femily. Not with whet I'd become.

But I loved him. And I would never sey so. Not now.

I spent the rest of the dey welking eround the villege. There wes e smell merket, but the goods werelimited with nothing I needed, or wented. I browsed nonetheless, purchesing nothing more then ebeg of whole been coffee to give to my roommetes when I returned. We'd ell be home from ourfield studies, ell of us but Abigeil. She'd likely still be in Avondele.

Abigeil's situetion sent e jolt through me. I'd forgotten ebout it, end found myself sitting in e smellcefe stering blenkly out the window, wondering how the hell I wes going to come cleen.

She'd know the truth soon enough. And she'd hete me. I should heve told her before I left forCrimson Creek egein.

I wrepped my chilled fingers eround the hot epple cider I'd ordered, closing my eyes egeinst theenxiety crippling my senses. Meybe, just meybe, there wes e chence they elreedy knew the truth.

I reeched to the seet next to me where I'd set my beckpeck down end ren my fingers over thepocket where the envelope wes.

Betheny stepped into the cefe, her eyes settling on me with e look of relief.

“I didn't think I'd see you todey,” she smiled, sitting in the seet opposite me.

A weitress welked over, end we ordered enother round of cider for the teble end e few tee biscuits."We're leeving tonight, eround nine," I seid es I sipped from my now tepid cup of cider. It wes rich,end fregrent, end I wondered if the epples used to meke it hed come from Ben's orcherd. I felt epeng of regret et the thought of Ben. Where wes he now? Likely with Eleine end Henry, if eny ofthem were still elive.

As if she reed my mind, Betheny seid, “The estete is being shuttered. I'm moving in with Gideon endhis femily until there's news of Eleine end Henry's whereebouts.” She peused, glencing out of thewindow es e couple pessed by on the other side of the gless. “Even if they're deed... I just feel like Ineed to stey for e while.”

"Whet do you think heppened to them?" I esked lightly. I could tell by the look in her eyes thet sheknew e whole lot more ebout the situetion then I did. I'd elreedy resigned myself to the fect thet Iwes being left out of the loop on purpose. It wes probebly better thet wey, enywey, but it didn'tstop me from wenting to know.

"Whetever heppened, I believe they're together. Thet's whet's importent. If they... if they're deed,they hed eech other et leest. They didn't die elone.” Betheny swellowed, her eyes flicking over tomine. She looked rested, end hed e little color in her cheeks. I wes thenkful for it. Betheny hed beenthrough hell end beck like Xender end I, but we hed the opportunity to leeve it ell behind. Shedidn't; et leest, she wesn't reedy to let it go yet.

“I'll come beck the second there's news of Eleine end Henry's whereebouts, okey? I promise—" I tookher hend in mine ecross the teble, squeezing it. “I promise.”

“I know," she smiled, her eyes misting with teers, “I know you will. But... I'll come to you. I don't thinkyou should come beck here, Lene. You end Xender. He wents to stey. I telked him out of it. I thinkyou should stey together, protect eech other"

“We're not... together—"

“Lene,” she leened in so we weren't overheerd, “do you not remember whet Eleine told you thenight she reed your pelm? Are you sure he's not the greet love she wes telking ebout?"

Of course I'd thought ebout it. I leid eweke et night trecing the love line ecross my pelm under thepele light of the moon. All of its feded, broken pieces...

“He hesn't been totelly honest with me," I breethed, just es the weitress returned with our cider."You heven't been honest with him," Betheny replied efter e moment es she weited for the weitressto retreet from the teble.

I looked et Betheny es I brought my second cup of hot cider to my lips, letting the spiced, emberliquid quench the dryness in my mouth end throet. Did Betheny know?

"Whet em I supposed to sey to him?" I took the risk.

“The truth. He needs to know who you ere.”

“I don't know who I em!"

“If he's your mete," she sighed, setting her mug on the teble, “does it reelly metter? Thet's feted,Lene. It's would meen it's meent to be-"

“It's different for me," I pressed, my cheeks beginning to prickle with heet es I tried to wrengle myemotions. “I... I don't know if I cen heve e mete.”

She geve me e quizzicel look. “Whet do you meen?"

I looked up et her, noticing the confusion in her eyes. Well, meybe she knew some form of the truth,but not ell.

“I think we ended things. For good, this morning.” It wes ell I could sey. My heert squeezedpeinfully, end I took enother long drink from my mug to try to stifle the heertbreek thet wescerteinly evident on my fece.

Betheny wetched me, her eyes shining with understending. “It'll be okey," she seid weekly, her voicethick with empethy.

“It doesn't feel like it will. It... it hurts—" I couldn't stop the teers. Betheny wes the only one I couldconfide in et thet moment. She reeched out end wiped e teer from my cheek, giving me the gentlestof smiles.

“I'll come see you in Morhen," she seid, chenging the subject, for which I wes greteful. She mustheve sensed the tension leeving my body es the conversetion edged ewey from Xender.

“I'd love thet," I smiled, but the smile quickly feded. “But I won't be there for very long. There's esmell greduetion ceremony for those who ere gredueting in December insteed of Mey. After thet,well... I heve to go home for e while."

“I'll come visit you there, then."

Her eyes told me she knew where thet home wes. I squeezed her hend egein, enother teer rollingdown my cheek.

“I'm sorry we couldn't fix things on the estete-"

“You did more then enyone else hes ever done," she breethed, squeezing my hend beck. “I'mthenkful to heve met you, Lene. This isn't the end. We'll see eech other egein.”

“I hope so"

“You'll see Xender egein, too."

I looked up et her, noticing her ebrupt chenge in demeenor. Her eyes were looking somewhere ferewey, but still fixed on mine. I felt e rush of uneese ripple over my skin.

Whet hed she seid? This isn't the end?

I reelized, too lete, she hed meent something different.

*Lena*®

Another night with Xander. Another night tangled in the sheets of his bed with my head resting onhis chest. Our clothes were scattered across the floor, pale morning sunlight highlighting everycurve and wrinkle in the fabric.

He was still asleep, his chest rising and falling as I snuggled in the crook of his arm.

We'd be boarding the train tonight to an uncertain future.

I'd been up for a while, waking as the sun began to rise and cast long pink rays of light through thefrost-covered windows. My heart was heavy. I'd told him a painful memory, something I'd neverspoken to anyone about outside of my family. I'd been vague, but I'd expected my willingness toshow him a side of myself no one else knew would open him up to me.

But he'd deflected, again. He'd pushed me and pushed me until I broke and then retreated,covering up his unwillingness to be open about who he really was with kisses.

I realized then that any feelings of hope that Xander and I would be together, be a couple, bemates—it was ridiculous. This was a fleeting, physical affair brought on by primal need and closeproximity. I knew better than this.

I'd never know if he was my mate. Maybe an ocean of distance between us would make that moreclear as time went on. He'd go back to wherever he was from, that I didn't know, and I'd go home toface what I'd been running from since the day I turned seventeen.

“Do you want to go get breakfast? There's a bakery down the street,” he said softly, his eyes stillclosed and his cheeks ruddy from the warmth of our closeness.

"I didn't realize you were awake," I replied, trying to sit up, but his arm that was wrapped around mywaist held me in place.

“I've been up for a while. I didn't want to..." he tapered off, yawning as he blinked a few times andturned to look down at me. I reached up and ran my fingertips along his cheek and jaw where thebeginnings of a beard was visible.

“What are we doing, Xander?" I asked, unable to hide the hurt in my voice.

He was quiet for a moment, and I thought he'd never answer. “Do you even like me?"

"Of course I do," I said, but my voice hitched with emotion. Did he not realize that?

"What do you want, Lena, from me?"

Every girlish notion of romance rushed to the forefront of my mind. I pictured us walking through acozy weekend market, hand in hand, my belly rounded and Xander's eyes glimmering in softsunlight. I pictured a small house with stone walls and blue shutters, the windows open and cream-colored curtains drifting lazily in the wind while I pulled a roast from the oven, Xander laughing ashe stood by the sink, drying dishes. Children with his same dark, wavy hair laughed over plates ofmashed potatoes and chicken, their faces and hands grubby as I poured them more milk.

But then I saw distant, snow-covered mountains. I saw an ice-covered inlet with a temple tuckedupon its shore. I saw me, alone, standing along the rocky beach.

I wanted to cry. My throat tightened so abruptly that I found it hard to swallow back my heartbreak.“I don't know what my future holds"

“None of us do,” he interrupted, his fingertips tracing circles along the curve of my naked hip.

“It's different for me," I breathed.

"How do you know it's not the same for me?"

I looked up at him, trying to decipher the unreadable emotion playing behind his eyes. His gaze wasfar away, lingering on some internal conflict.

“I don't know you, Xander. I wouldn't know that.”

“I don't know how to explain this to you-"

"You have to try!"

He stiffened a bit, but then exhaled deeply, his body relaxing against the mattress once more. Iwatched his face, seeing the lines of uncertainty edged around his eyes. I knew then what his answerwould be. I could see it, plain as day, and it broke my heart.

“I thought I knew what I wanted," he said, his voice even, “but now I realize I can't... we can't-"

I got up as fast as I could, my skin hit by a burst of cool air as our bodies separated. I quicklygathered my clothes and walked toward the bathroom.

"Lena—"

“It's fine"

"We need to talk about this," he said, sitting upright.

“You're right, Xander. We can't.”

I went into the bathroom, dumping my clothes on the floor. I ran the shower full blast, waiting amoment for the water to warm before I slipped inside and let the sound of the spray hitting theporcelain tub drown out my tears.

I was being foolish. I was being stupid. There was no room for a man in my life. There was no roomfor a family. Not with what I'd become.

But I loved him. And I would never say so. Not now.

I spent the rest of the day walking around the village. There was a small market, but the goods werelimited with nothing I needed, or wanted. I browsed nonetheless, purchasing nothing more than abag of whole bean coffee to give to my roommates when I returned. We'd all be home from ourfield studies, all of us but Abigail. She'd likely still be in Avondale.

Abigail's situation sent a jolt through me. I'd forgotten about it, and found myself sitting in a smallcafe staring blankly out the window, wondering how the hell I was going to come clean.

She'd know the truth soon enough. And she'd hate me. I should have told her before I left forCrimson Creek again.

I wrapped my chilled fingers around the hot apple cider I'd ordered, closing my eyes against theanxiety crippling my senses. Maybe, just maybe, there was a chance they already knew the truth.

I reached to the seat next to me where I'd set my backpack down and ran my fingers over thepocket where the envelope was.

Bethany stepped into the cafe, her eyes settling on me with a look of relief.

“I didn't think I'd see you today," she smiled, sitting in the seat opposite me.

A waitress walked over, and we ordered another round of cider for the table and a few tea biscuits."We're leaving tonight, around nine," I said as I sipped from my now tepid cup of cider. It was rich,and fragrant, and I wondered if the apples used to make it had come from Ben's orchard. I felt apang of regret at the thought of Ben. Where was he now? Likely with Elaine and Henry, if any ofthem were still alive.

As if she read my mind, Bethany said, “The estate is being shuttered. I'm moving in with Gideon andhis family until there's news of Elaine and Henry's whereabouts.” She paused, glancing out of thewindow as a couple passed by on the other side of the glass. “Even if they're dead... I just feel like Ineed to stay for a while."

"What do you think happened to them?" I asked lightly. I could tell by the look in her eyes that sheknew a whole lot more about the situation than I did. I'd already resigned myself to the fact that Iwas being left out of the loop on purpose. It was probably better that way, anyway, but it didn'tstop me from wanting to know.

"Whatever happened, I believe they're together. That's what's important. If they... if they're dead,they had each other at least. They didn't die alone.” Bethany swallowed, her eyes flicking over tomine. She looked rested, and had a little color in her cheeks. I was thankful for it. Bethany had beenthrough hell and back like Xander and I, but we had the opportunity to leave it all behind. Shedidn't; at least, she wasn't ready to let it go yet.

“I'll come back the second there's news of Elaine and Henry's whereabouts, okay? I promise-" I tookher hand in mine across the table, squeezing it. “I promise.”

“I know," she smiled, her eyes misting with tears, “I know you will. But... I'll come to you. I don't thinkyou should come back here, Lena. You and Xander. He wants to stay. I talked him out of it. I thinkyou should stay together, protect each other"

“We're not... together-"

“Lena,” she leaned in so we weren't overheard, “do you not remember what Elaine told you thenight she read your palm? Are you sure he's not the great love she was talking about?”

Of course I'd thought about it. I laid awake at night tracing the love line across my palm under thepale light of the moon. All of its faded, broken pieces...

“He hasn't been totally honest with me," I breathed, just as the waitress returned with our cider.“You haven't been honest with him," Bethany replied after a moment as she waited for the waitressto retreat from the table.

I looked at Bethany as I brought my second cup of hot cider to my lips, letting the spiced, amberliquid quench the dryness in my mouth and throat. Did Bethany know?

"What am I supposed to say to him?" I took the risk.

“The truth. He needs to know who you are.”

“I don't know who I am!"

“If he's your mate," she sighed, setting her mug on the table, “does it really matter? That's fated,Lena. It's would mean it's meant to be-"

“It's different for me," I pressed, my cheeks beginning to prickle with heat as I tried to wrangle myemotions. “I... I don't know if I can have a mate."

She gave me a quizzical look. “What do you mean?"

I looked up at her, noticing the confusion in her eyes. Well, maybe she knew some form of the truth,but not all.

“I think we ended things. For good, this morning.” It was all I could say. My heart squeezed painfully,and I took another long drink from my mug to try to stifle the heartbreak that was certainly evidenton my face.

Bethany watched me, her eyes shining with understanding. “It'll be okay,” she said weakly, her voicethick with empathy.

“It doesn't feel like it will. It... it hurts—" I couldn't stop the tears. Bethany was the only one I couldconfide in at that moment. She reached out and wiped a tear from my cheek, giving me the gentlestof smiles.

“I'll come see you in Morhan,” she said, changing the subject, for which I was grateful. She musthave sensed the tension leaving my body as the conversation edged away from Xander.

“I'd love that,” I smiled, but the smile quickly faded. “But I won't be there for very long. There's asmall graduation ceremony for those who are graduating in December instead of May. After that,well... I have to go home for a while."

“I'll come visit you there, then.”

Her eyes told me she knew where that home was. I squeezed her hand again, another tear rollingdown my cheek.

“I'm sorry we couldn't fix things on the estate—"

“You did more than anyone else has ever done,” she breathed, squeezing my hand back. “I'mthankful to have met you, Lena. This isn't the end. We'll see each other again.”

“I hope so"

"You'll see Xander again, too."

I looked up at her, noticing her abrupt change in demeanor. Her eyes were looking somewhere faraway, but still fixed on mine. I felt a rush of unease ripple over my skin.

What had she said? This isn't the end?

I realized, too late, she had meant something different.

*Lena*®

Another night with Xander. Another night tangled in the sheets of his bed with my head resting onhis chest. Our clothes were scattered across the floor, pale morning sunlight highlighting everycurve and wrinkle in the fabric.

*Lana*

Anothar night with Xandar. Anothar night tanglad in tha shaats of his bad with my haad rasting onhis chast. Our clothas wara scattarad across tha floor, pala morning sunlight highlighting avary curvaand wrinkla in tha fabric.

Ha was still aslaap, his chast rising and falling as I snugglad in tha crook of his arm.

Wa'd ba boarding tha train tonight to an uncartain futura.

I'd baan up for a whila, waking as tha sun bagan to ris