Sold as the Alpha King's Breeder
Chapter 557

Chapter 57 : A Double Wedding?

*Lena*®

Hanna of Red Lakes, the Luna Queen of Valoria, my mother, was the most emotionally controlledperson I'd ever known.

And as her eyes grazed over the faded mark above my breast, the wound already healed and amuted white against my skin, her face didn't change. She was expressionless, and her eyes gave meno hint of what she was thinking.

Her calmness in chaos used to infuriate me. Both of my parents were that way, although my fatherdid have a flair for the dramatics from time to time. Mom? No. Even now, she remained stoic andunbothered.

Several moments passed before her eyes met mine again. I swallowed against the lump in mythroat, tears threatening to spill from my eyes as she reached a hand out to cup my cheek.

"Why?" she asked so softly I had to read her lips instead of registering her words.

“I don't know," I whispered back, then hung my head in shame.

She walked over to me, tilting my chin with her fingers so I was looking into her face. “He didn't sayanything to any of us about it," she replied.

She knelt on the ground before me, her voice a lullaby against the agony ripping through my heart.That tether that bound me to Xander went taunt for the first time since I'd left Morhan, searingthrough my body as I let my true feelings bubble to the surface of my mind.

"He said he wouldn't,” I choked. “He said it was something for me to do, if I chose to. I didn't... Iloved him. Love... still do. But it hurts, Mom. Is itis it supposed to hurt this bad?”

My makeup was running. I sniffled as she pulled me off the stool and into her chest, holding me likeI was only a child and not a full-grown adult. She ran her hand over my back in a soothing motionthat made me want to do nothing more than curl up in bed and listen as she read the book offolklore that always sat on my bedside table back home in Mirage.

“I'm so sorry," I sobbed, but she shook her head and shushed me.

“There's nothing to be sorry about. This was your decision to make-"

“I have no control over it, Mom. My emotions, everything is just-"

She pulled away from me and reached behind me for a tissue from the box on the vanity, lightingdabbing at my eyes. She gave me a kind, comforting smile.

“Have you been counting to ten?" she asked, and I swallowed back the frustration that coursedthrough my body like a wall of fire.

My fingers began to prickle, and I folded them in the lap, biting my lip so hard I tasted blood.

“That worked when I was a kid, Mom. I... I'm going to be twenty-one in a few months. What Xandermade me feel in all... in all aspects... I felt like I could rip the world in half if I wanted to. Like, I coulddo it. I can feel it." It was the brutal, honest truth. Whatever I'd done to Slate in the alley was only aglimpse of what power I knew I had within me-power that, to this day, I had no control over.

Mom was listening intently, her eyes not leaving mine even though I'd broken away from her gaze.If anyone knew what this felt like, if anyone understood a shred of what I was going through...She'd fought her own demons. Her mother had been something called a Dream Dancer, someonecapable of traveling to what she called the “Spirit Realm,” a ribbon of sorts between the place of theGods and our own world. My mother's powers had been the same, only much, much stronger as theyears went by and she grew into adolescence. Before she was my mother, Hanna of Red Lakes hadjust been a reclusive, silent person, always lost in the inky black depths of her dreams.

My father had opened something inside of her that allowed her powers to manifest. Mygrandmother had trained her to use them. And in the end, she had defeated the greatest threat thepack lands had ever seen-a woman, much like herself.

But I did more than dream dance. I could do much, much more. And I'd had my powers since I wasborn.

“What have you done with them?" she asked in the steadiest of voices, her hand encircling mine.What had I done with my powers? What had I done with them, besides blast Slate into oblivion, orso I thought?

I told her about the alley, which led to a lengthy explanation about who Slate was and how Xanderhad confronted him that fateful day on my way to class, a moment that had been a catalyst toeverything that happened to us from that point forward.

But despite how important it was, and how much I knew I needed to tell her, to tell anyone with themeans to do something about it... I couldn't bring myself to tell her about Crimson Creek. Myfamily, everyone but George, thought I'd just spent the last six weeks near Red Lakes. No onequestioned it. No one thought it was odd that Kacidra and Pete mentioned that I didn't visit, notonce.

Somehow, some way, I just knew in my bones that what happened in Crimson Creek was somethingI needed to handle myself, alone, if I needed to handle it further at all.

I thought of the blood root, and how it'd saved my life twice now, how the force of my poweragainst Slate had nearly killed me, but the blood root had brought me back to life. And the fangedman from my dream... How could I forget him, and his words?

My mark twinged at the thought of him, which sent a jolt of unease rippling over my skin. He'dcalled me his queen.

What if I'd been wrong about everything? What if that mysterious man from my darkest nightmarewas my mate, and he was trying to save me from Xander, and not the other way around?

I hadn't noticed my mother's tense demeanor until I broke from my musing as I looked up at her.She was still kneeling in front of me, her hands still wrapped around my own.

She slowly removed her hands and used her thumbs to gently untangle my knitted fingers. Soft,white rose petals fell from the palm of my hands and drifted down onto the floor where they quicklywilted, turning to ashen dust before I could even suck in my breath.

"Have you had any visions?" she asked, her voice taking on a serious note as she stroked my wrists,her touch cooling the fire blazing over my skin.

“Just... dreams-a nightmare.”

“You dream danced?"

“No, it wasn't... I was ill when I had it. I couldn't make sense of it. I don't remember much of it."“Lena,” she whispered, leaning in to press her forehead against mine. “It's time, alright?"

I knew this was coming.

I knew this would trump everything else-my degree, my career, my mate.... The mark had nomeaning in terms of my inevitable future.

"When?" I whispered, feeling nothing but dread.

"After the wedding," she coaxed, dabbing at my smeared makeup, “but after you spend some timeat home, maybe a few weeks.” She paused, gently wiping the tissue beneath my lashes as I lookedinto her eyes. “I know it's not what you want, but Rosalie... your grandmother. She's the only onewho can help you with these powers now, Lena. You need to know how to use them.”

“I never wanted them!" I protested, and the look of absolute heartbreak on my mom's faceshattered my heart.

“I know," she breathed, looking as though she were about to cry herself. “I never wanted this foryou, either.”

I could feel the generational strain between us-a mother and daughter, the same as she'd been withher own mother, long ago now. I'd never known her mother, a woman named Leera. She'd been aLycennian woman, stolen away as a baby and raised in the West, away from the cult-like pack ofLycaon followers.

I wondered if my mom had ever had a similar conversation with her mother.

“Xander,” she began, her pale brown eyes flicking up to meet mine. “Are you-"

"We ended things. At least, I thought we did. I... we have trouble... I never really knew who he was."“Do you love him?" she asked, and I knew she'd support whatever answer I gave.

I opened my mouth to reply, but my words fell flat. “I think so,” I said quietly, taking the tissue fromher and shredding it between my fingers. “I wanted to, I... I wanted him to mark me. I wantedcontrol over that, at least, if I couldn't have control over anything else.”

"You're breaking my heart.” Mom swallowed, and I instantly regretted my words.

“I'm sorry, Mom-"

“No, Lena, you have no reason to apologize. We always knew you were different. Always. Before youwere born I=" she paused, then hesitated to continue as she looked over my face. “Lena, I knew youwere before I.... This is going to sound insane"

“Try me," I said with a little halfhearted laugh.

She gave me a weak smile, but her eyes remained serious. “Dreams carry weight, Lena. You and I arethe only people in this world who can dream dance, at least, that I know of. But when we dream, likeactually dream-that's where our powers truly lie. I dreamt of you. I hadn't dreamt in years until thatnight. You were younger, a teenager, and the second I saw you I felt bound to you. You followed me,Lena. You were the force that not only saved my life that day in the caves in Valoria, but the packlands. That dream told me my future, Lena, in a way I couldn't interpret until that day we... whenyou..." she gripped my hands suddenly, the force of her touch sending my powers surging forward.When I hurt her. When I'd almost killed her with the powers I couldn't control.

"Mom-"

"What did you dream of, Lena?"

"A temple," I answered, unable to stop myself. “I was in a temple, on a beach I didn’t recognize. Youwere there, and you said I told you that I... that I wouldn't recognize you-"

Her eyes glittered with tears, but she laughed, actually laughed as she squeezed my hands oncemore before letting go.

“You did tell me that,” she said as she wiped a tear away from her cheek, sniffling a bit. She met myeye once more and gave me a pained smile. “You're coming into your power now, Lena. I didn'tknow what I was capable of until I went to Winter Forest with your father. I needed Rosalie to showme what I could do. I don't know how she did it, but she knew. She needs you, too. She's going toneed you more and more as the years go by. I know this isn't what you wanted, but it's yourbirthright. Your destiny."

I closed my eyes, the soft sound of chatter drifting beneath us as guests began to arrive for thewedding taking place in the back gardens.

"And your mate,” she continued, the corners of her mouth twitching. “Your grandfather was anAlpha King, married to the White Queen. It can be done, and will be if it's what you want.”

“There won't be a double wedding today, if that's what you mean,” I teased, but her words weighedon me.

If that's what I want. If that's what I want....