Sold As The Alpha King’s Breeder Chapter 500
Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder Chapter 500
Chapter 2: Is the King of Campus Defending Me?
*Lena*
te was sputtering, spitting on the ground, and acting overall exceedingly dramatic as he gripped his
throat. His hands had caused more redness than Xander’s had, I noticed, as I watched te act as
though Xander hade close to killing him instead of physically forcing him to let me go.
Xander continued to stand behind me, watching te with interest. He nced down at me, giving me
a tight, crooked smile before turning his attention back to te.
“You done? Or do you need a few more minutes to collect yourself?” Xander asked.
te red at us both, his eyes narrowing into slits as he finally straightened up. ‘Who the hell do you
think you are? I’m a professor-‘
“A professor who just had his hands on a female student,” Xander retorted, shrugging his shoulders.
“And you said she’s your girlfriend, right? I expect the administration would look down on that, if they
were to find out.”
te balked, then licked his lips, turning his gaze to me.
“Don’t look at her,” Xander said sharply, causing te to avert his gaze from me and turn his attention
to Xander once more.
te eyed the duffle bag Xander had slung over his left shoulder, which had “Morhan Varsity Wrestling’
embroidered inrge, bold letters on the side. Xander had at least six inches on te, towering over
him even to cast a shadow over the entirety of te’s body. I fought against the smirk twitching in the
corner of my mouth as the blood drained from te’s face.
Not that I’d needed Xander’s help. I would’ve figured out how to get away-eventually.
“You’ll regret this,* te said weakly, ncing at me so quickly I almost missed it. ‘My uncle is the
dean-”
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“Ah, ying that card, are we?” Xander drawled, adjusting his weight. He yawned, actually yawned, as
te’s cheeks began to burn a deep crimson. ”1 think you’d better go.”
“Let’s go, Lena-* te began.
“No. You go, alone. And if I catch you anywhere near her again, you’ll be the one with regrets.”
I stole a look at Xander. His gaze was fixed on te with such intensity it made me want to cower by
association. I hadn’t ever seen him so close up before.
I already knew, based on my few sightings of him around campus, that he was tall. But I hadn’t noticed
how dark his hair was, ink-ck and swept back away from his face, curling softly around his ears. I
hadn’t noticed his eyes, which were a rich, coffee-like color ked with amber. He was beautiful, even
dressed in gray sweatpants and a ck windbreaker.
I hadn’t noticed that te had walked away until Xander slowly turned his gaze to me, meeting my eye.
Time stood still.
“Are you okay?” he asked. “He didn’t hurt you, did he?”
“No,” I said, swallowing hard as I tore my gaze away from his eyes and watched te’s figure
disappear down the pathway toward the campus square. “I’m fine.”
“You’re not really his girlfriend, are you?”
I shook my head, ncing back up at him. “Goddess, no!”
He chuckled, exhaling as he rested his hand on the duffle bag he was carrying.
“I didn’t think so, but I wanted to be sure. That guy is a creep. Does he bother you a lot?”
“Yeah, actually. He always tries to stop me when I’m on my way to the greenhouses. He teaches right
there.” I pointed to the building te hade out of.
Xander nodded, scanning the building, then turning to look up the pathway toward the set of long
greenhouses at the top of the hill.
“How often do you have to walk this way?” he asked.
“Um, three days a week. Wednesday through Friday.”
“Well tomorrow I’ll walk you to your ss,” he said, but then paused, clearing his throat as he looked
down at me once more, ‘if that’s alright with you?”
“You don’t have to do that-‘
“It’s on my way, actually. I have practice at the stadium every day around this time.” He tilted his head
up the pathway, where the roof of the somewhat worn-down stadium was visible above the trees in the
distance. Morhan was known for its academics, not its sports.
I gave Xander another once over, wondering why the hell he was even here. The rumor was that he
was a transfer student from the University of Mirage, which was, in fact, known for its athletics. He was
studying something rted to Heather’s chosen field, I knew that much. But he was truly a mystery in
every other respect. There really weren’t guys like him at Morhan. He stuck out.
“I’m Xander, by the way,” he said, holding out his hand for me to shake.
“I know,” I replied, then paled, tucking my hands in my pockets. He arched his brow, giving me a yful
look as he narrowed his eyes.
“Oh? What else do you know about me?’ He dropped his hand, possibly disappointed I hadn’t shaken
it.
What was I supposed to say? That every girl on campus was obsessed with him? Except for me, of
course. That they referred to him as the “King” of Morhan College?
That my friend had already told me he was asking about me?
“I need to get to ss. I like to be early,’ I said in a rushed murmur, giving him a tight- lipped smile. I
started to walk away, feeling his gaze lingering on my back as I took a few paces forward before I
turned around to face him once more.
“I’m Lena,” I said.
“I know,” he said in a teasing voice, smiling at me. “So, are you going to let me be your bodyguard? Or
are you able to fend for yourself?”
“1-1 don’t know. I think he’s harmless-”
“He had his hands on you, Lena,” Xander said as he took a few steps in my direction. The way he’d
said my voice sent a shockwave through my body. I blinked, swallowing back the heat that was rippling
over my arms and chest. I’d never really been attracted to anyone the way I was attracted to Xander at
that moment. It was physical, downright animalistic.
I wondered, briefly, what he looked like underneath his windbreaker. I couldn’t think about that. It was
stupid. I was almost ready to graduate and wasn’t here to meet a boy!
“Okay, fine,” I said, my voice trembling as I nodded my eptance of his offer, “You can walk me to
ss on Wednesdays, Thursdays, and Fridays. I study with my friends at the cafe in themons if…
if you want to meet there.”
“That would be fine,” he smiled, “as long as you’refortable being seen with me.”
Ah, there it was. He knew he was popr. He knew, and liked, the fact that people fawned over him. I
could see it in his eyes, some unspoken challenge. He could have any girl on campus if he wanted to.
He wouldn’t even have to ask. Why was he interested in me?
“I’m fine with it as long as you keep te away from me,” I said, my voice a little harsher than I meant it
to be. My tone didn’t seem to change anything for Xander, however. He adjusted the duffle bag and
motioned to the pathway.
“Well, after you!”
I found it nearly impossible to focus on ss as it dragged on. I was standing at one of the long, stic
tables in the center of the greenhouse, testing soil and writing my findings on a clipboard. My professor
was walking around, chatting with the handful of other senior botany students, her hands tucked behind
her back as she nodded down at their clipboards.
This was one of myst sses in the greenhouses. Next week was finals, at least for me. Then, by
the grace of the Goddess, I would be packing my bags for the research camp in Red Lakes for my six-
week long field study-1 hoped.
I should have been focusing, testing my skills. But Xander’s voice kept reying in my mind.
He’d dropped me off at the front gates of the sprawling research garden a little over an hour ago, but I
could still feel his gaze on the back of my neck, like he had branded me. It was polite of him to walk me
to ss, and to offer to do so again and again over the next week.
But I couldn’t help but feel like his intentions weren’t totally chivalrous.
I was a straight-A student. I’d spent thest three and a half years focused solely on my studies. I didn’t
go to parties. I didn’t go to the bar in town. I didn’t date. I was at Morhan on a full academic schrship,
and had been only seventeen when I came here as a freshmen. I wasn’t one to give up a single minute
of my time for a man, that was for sure.
I’d learned my lesson with te. It had been a blind date set up by Abigail and the guy she had been
seeing at the time. Abigail hadn’t known that her boyfriend’s friend was actually a professor at Morhan,
and I’d been shocked, and ufortable, when te walked into the cozy downtown Breles
restaurant for the double date while I was spending a weekend away during the break in the summer
semester.
te’s attraction to me had been immediate and exaggerated. I hadn’t felt anything for him but
annoyance, and a major “ick.”
Xander had only walked me to ss, and now the fluttering in my heart wouldn’t stop. He was hot, I
could admit that. But I’d always been focused on my studies over dating.
I wasn’t going to get wrapped up in fleeting feelings now, especially being so close to graduation. I
closed my eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath. I effectively pushed Xander out of my mind, and
turned my attention back to the task at hand.
I looked up as the doors to the greenhouse opened and two school administrators stepped inside,
dressed in suits. One of them lingered at the door, obviously afraid to take any further steps into the
greenhouse lest he get soil on his shiny leather loafers. The only one, however, started walking toward
my professor. He nced at me as he passed by my table, narrowing his eyes.
I watched the man approach my professor and pull her aside, leaning toward her to talk discreetly into
her ear. She paled, then looked confused, and began to argue with him.
I clicked my pen closed and slid it into the pocket of my apron, watching as the two of them continued
to speak in low, inaudible tones. My ssmates were watching with interest, and those closest to the
conversation had begun to whisper, their eyes moving in my direction.
I bristled at the attention, ncing from my ssmates to my professor, whose cheeks were flushed as
she screwed her mouth into a tight line, eventually motioning in my direction.
Suddenly the administrator who had been talking to my professor was in front of my workspace.
“Lena? You’re wanted in the dean’s office, immediately,” he said, then he motioned toward the door of
the greenhouse. I bristled, looking at my professor for help.
“But I have another half hour of ss-”
“Now,* the man said sharply, which sent a jolt of unease up my spine. I quickly gathered my books,
stuffing them into my backpack as the soft murmurs of spection from my ssmates began to grow
in volume.
“Am I in trouble for something?” I asked as I followed the two administrators out the door and onto the
pathway.
“Misconduct,” the man with the shiny shoes said over his shoulder, smirking at me before turning
forward again.
I flushed, clutching the straps of my backpack as we walked toward the main square.
There was only one exnation for this. te had made good on his promise. I would regret snubbing
him, especially in front of Xander.