Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder

Chapter 149 : Wedded Mates

*Lena*

Xander's hands roughly looked for a way to get me out of my dress, but even I didn't know where the clasps of my

bodice began. He looked me in the eyes, those obsidian, crimson-flaked pools glittering with mischief as he grabbed

a fistful of fabric from my skirt and tore the skirt open in one single motion.

“Xander!"

“I'll buy you a new one," he growled, bending over me to nip me right above my hipbone, through the fabric of my

shift.

A flood of desire washed over me, and suddenly the last thing on my mind was the dress. He scooped me into his

arms so I was standing and began to tear at the dress, finally finding the clasps and freeing me of the tight bodice. I

was left in nothing but the shift, which clung to my heated skin as he backed me against the wall. He was panting,

but some of the animalistic desire left his eyes as he looked at me. He ran the back of his fingers over my jaw, and I

turned into his touch.

“You are beautiful," he whispered, brushing his lips against mine.

“I love you," I said against his lips as he stole the words from my mouth with a deep kiss, his tongue darting against

mine.

He hiked my shift over my waist and pressed against me, running his hands down the swell of my hips. He cupped

my ass, lifting me off the ground as though I weighed nothing.

“Wrap your legs around my waist," he commanded, the tone of his voice sending a shiver of red-hot anticipation

down my spine. He groaned low in his throat as my slit brushed against the crown of his c**k, a soft murmur of

approval leaving his lips as he felt how ready I was for him. “Good girl."

That was enough for me to lose it. I held onto his shoulder as he slid inside of him, burying himself to the hilt on one

gentle thrust. I choked on a moan, my fingernails digging into his arms as he thrust into me again, harder this time.

It was probably a little too soon to be having s*x after having a baby, but I was a White Queen. Those healing

powers had to be good for something, right?

I rocked my hips against him as he drove himself into me, his hands fixed firmly on my hips with my back pinned

against the wall. He cursed, kneading the fullness of my hips as he brushed kisses against my neck and shoulders,

then carried me to the bed.

He fell on top of me and the tangle of remnants from my dress. I cried out as he reached between us to stroke my

clit. My muscles locked around him and he gripped the sheets, chuckling low in his throat.

“If you keep doing that," he growled, “I'm not going to be able to hold on much longer."

“Please," I whimpered, grinding against him in a desperate attempt to reach my own climax.

He choked out a breath at my movements, closing his eyes.

“Lena–"

I ran my nails down his shoulders, begging him for me.

He flipped me over so I was on my belly and grabbed me by the hips, pulling me back against him. I could have

screamed, but I stifled the throws of ecstasy ripping through my body by biting down on the satin of my destroyed

wedding dress to stop myself from screaming his name. I clamped my eyes shut as a soul-shaking orgasm rolled

through me. Xander didn't hold back as he cried out my name, driving himself into me with one final thrust.

We collapsed onto the bed, my wedding dress in pieces all around us. I reached over and placed my arm over his

chest. My legs were shaking, and my body fell into a blissful numbness that could have put me to sleep had we not

had our wedding reception to attend in a matter of minutes.

“Don't fall asleep," I whispered as I opened my eyes and looked over at Xander.

He had his eyes closed, his breathing starting to regulate.

“I won't," he smiled, blinking a few times before looking at me and brushing a lock of hair from my face. “You still

have your tiara on–"

“I totally forgot about that!"

“How are we going to explain the dress?"

I paused, running my tongue along my lower lip as I tried to come up with a good excuse for the level of utter

destruction Xander and I had just caused.

“We need to get rid of the evidence," I giggled, rolling over so I was tucked into the crook of his arm. “How quickly

do you think we can bury it?"

***

Thankfully, I had another white gown in my closet that ended up being perfect for the reception. Xander helped me

dress and fix my hair before we gathered the remnants of my wedding dress into a pile and stuffed it into a cabinet

in a seldom used sitting room on the fourth floor with a plan to deal with it later.

The reception dress was much more sleek and simple compared to the satin cloud I'd worn to walk down the aisle.

Even better, I could nurse Alexis while wearing it, which was making the night so much easier already.

I'd spent the last several hours mingling with my friends, family, and the wide array of guests who'd attended the

ceremony. Xander and I were peppered in congratulations, and even had the opportunity to dance together as the

sun began to set.

Now I was sitting alone, taking a breath as I cradled Alexis in my arms.

The rose garden sparkled with tea lights as I lounged in a chair near a bubbling fountain. Alexis had fallen asleep,

her mouth forming a perfect O as she tilted her head back against my arm. Mom came up to me, handing me a

fresh glass of sparkling apple cider.

“Your dad wants her," she said with a smile as I placed Alexis in her arms. “He says he's going to give a toast soon."

I looked toward the silken tents that had been erected in the fields. The sun was setting fully, casting a golden glow

over the castle grounds. The tall grasses had been mowed, leaving acres and acres of space for all of the children

to spread out and run to their hearts' desire while the adult guests mingled over glasses of champagne and wine.

Xander and I had decided against a formal sit-down dinner, opting for a buffet style instead, which allowed our

guests to mingle in small groups through the grounds. Sprays of fresh flowers lined the walkways snaking through

the grounds and the gardens, and the air was thick with the scent of magnolia and hyacinth.

It was perfect, every detail.

I followed Mom through the garden, stopping to look at a group of little girls who were playing in the corner.

Narcissa was among them, two little girls weaving roses into her hair. Narcissa, a terrifying vampire goddess, was

playing with dolls with the little girls sitting around her, one of them Sasha. I smiled, feeling tears begin to well in my

eyes as Narcissa looked up at me, a beaming smile on her face.

I'd never known someone so thoroughly loving.

“She's been keeping all the kids busy," Mom said as she smiled warmly and nodded her head at Narcissa, who bent

back down to continue playing with the girls.

“Are their parents okay with it?" I whispered.

Mom nodded, her brows arched in surprise. “Yes, actually. Narcissa introduced herself to practically everyone who

attended the ceremony. Several Lunas who brought their young ones have asked her to come home with them to

help with their children, jokingly… I think. Some of them might be serious. Narcissa is incredible."

“She doesn't seem like a several thousand-year-old vampire goddess, does she?" I replied, smiling to myself as

Narcissa's laughter drifted through the air.

“None of the vampires are what we assumed."

And there had been several vampires at our wedding.

Zeke and Penny were ruling over the vampire settlement in Crimson Creek now. Kiern had stepped down as queen.

All three of them had been in attendance during the ceremony, as well as Gideon, Alma, and their brothers. Kiern

and Alma had sat together, which warmed my heart exponentially. Kiern had mentioned to me once that Alma was

her niece. I wondered if I'd ever get a moment to hear that story, as well as learn the details about King Costas,

who hadn't been the man we thought he was after all.

The vampires had stood out during the ceremony in their dark clothing to shield themselves from the sun, but now

that darkness was falling over the castle ground, they looked just like us, acted just like us, and seemed to be having

a great time as I made my way back toward the tents.

My friends were currently tearing up the dance floor, music blaring as I smiled and watched Abigail wrap her arms

around Adrian's waist and drag him onto the dance floor, not taking no for an answer. Xander was talking to a

group of Alphas, his tuxedo unbuttoned and his bow tie slightly crooked. He caught my eye and winked before

turning back to his conversation.

A microphone screeched and several people covered their ears as Dad tapped on the mic a few times, grimacing

an apology. Xander was at my side in an instant, his arm snaking over my shoulder.

“I'd like to take a moment to thank you all for attending my daughter's wedding. I couldn't be happier for her, and

my son-in-law Alexander. Grab another drink and let's raise a toast–"

Dad stopped talking, his eyes narrowing toward the back of the crowded tent. I turned to follow his gaze but

couldn't see over the swell of people behind us. Xander turned, then stiffened, his arm falling down my back.

“What is it?"

Elaine came up behind me, clutching Bethany's arm as the two women, who were both taller than I was, looked

toward the far end of the tent.

The crowd began to part, but Xander didn't move. I looked back at Dad, who lowered the microphone and then

dropped it onto the ground, the sound of the impact thundering over the speakers.

“I'm really sorry I missed the ceremony."

I whirled around, face to face with Oliver. I launched myself into his arms, pressing my cheek against his chest as

he bent to rest his cheek against the top of my head. “I'm an asshole."

“It's alright," I whispered, feeling tears begin to well in my eyes. I heard him murmur a similar apology to Xander,

but then he stopped talking entirely, his body going rigid.

I squeezed him a little tighter, a tear rolling down my cheek as I realized what, and who, had made him go quiet.

“You," he whispered, and not to me.

“Hey," Elaine said in a choked whisper.