Sold as the Alpha King's Breeder
Chapter 541
Chapter 43 : I’ll Ask Him Tomorrow
*Lena*
I hadn't seen or heard from Xander in a week.
I'd spent most of that time in bed. sweating beneath three thick quilts and even thicker flannel pajamas while Heather fussed over me, making sure I was taking the antibiotics the doctor had prescribed for what he said was a severe viral infection of some kind.
All of it felt odd. The days passed in a blur, day fading into night over, and over. I didn't seem to get better, however. My body was numb and frequently chilled despite how warm Heather tried to keep me.
The worst of it was having to come clean to both of my roommates about what had actually happened in Crimson Creek one feverish night when I'd spilled hot soup on my shirt, and Heather helped me remove it.
They saw the long, jagged scars across my belly, and had screamed, then were frantic and shocked beyond belief as I told them the incredible and unbelievable story.
I'm not sure if they believed it. They probably thought it was some tall tale my fevered mind had concocted.
But something changed the night before graduation.
Viv came into my room, balancing a large, hot mug of tea in her hands. Her face was drawn in a grimace, and in a split second, I knew why. I sat straight up.
“Where did you get that?" I cried, and Viv looked at me in shock. She set the mug of murky black liquid on the beside table that seperated my bed from Heather's bed.
“Xander dropped it off. He said you liked this tea and he could only get it in Crimson Creek."
I paled, looking down into the mug and watching the sheen that had developed on top of it. Blood root. I hadn't seen him because he went back to Crimson Creek.
“Is he here?" I asked, but Viv shook her head, looking a little sheepish.
“No. He left in a hurry. He told me how to brew it and I... do you really like it? The smell is just awful. I was going to try it but-" she held her stomach, looking a little green.
“How did he know I was sick?"
“Viv went to him the night Slate assaulted you," Heather said from the doorway, unwinding her scarf from around her neck and tossing it on her bed. I hied to swallow but found it impossible.
“I told him what we thought happened. And then when you got sick I... I know his roommate Adrian; we have classes together. I told him you were sick and then didn't see him again for several days."
I brought the tea to my lips and drank deeply, watching the disgusted looks on my roommates' faces as I tilted it back and drained it.
Heather asked as she took the empty
I said, then watched as she began to put the pieces
mean... everything you told us about
on the pillow
say anything to me. He'd gone all the way to Crimson Creek and back
the deepest sleep I'd ever experienced. Heather was snoring in her bed, and pale moonlight was drifting through tire frosted windows as I stood. There was no shake, no pain my bones and joints. My skin wasn't hot to
I was healed, entirely.
into tire moonlight as a weight settled
powers, long dormant, had sent me into a fever. Blood root had made me
What did this mean?
was only one person who I could ask. And I'd see
At graduation.
***
body, the informal graduation ceremony for those students graduating in December had been moved from the shabby conference room in the library to the
in tire aisle near the row we'd chosen to sit in. I'd promised my parents that if they'd just let
enough time would've passed by then for my friends to get over their shock, and likely anger, at the fact I'd hidden my true identity from
anything. No, not yet. Now was
filled with floral arrangements from “Mom and Dad," and my roommates and I had our coffee with the rich smell of lilies and roses permeating the
walked arm in arm to campus, Viv chattering away about how excited she was to
before quickly turning my head away from the entrance of the theater. Xander had just walked in, and I felt his gaze on me instantly, little ripples of heat prickling
glanced at me, but I stifled my nervous expression and pretended to be reading the pamphlet in
of me, at least. He wasn't in my line of sight when Heather
lights above her head. She looked around,
were many murmurings in the crowd, all whispers about who she was, and what she was doing here. It was
graduate. Heather went up to the stage, met with applause. Viv accepted Abigail's diploma,
lights were blinding enough that they cast a glare
Mara smiled, handing me my
giving
May, and I'd heard a rumor I was in the running for valedictorian of my graduating class as well. As I walked back to my seat, I began to wonder what people
it as I sat back down, Heather and Viv squeezing my aims in silent congratulations as the rest of
name was called, and I watched as
he narrowed his eyes at Mara, the way he leaned in to whisper into
a bit, noticing how level she kept her expression despite the sharp look on Xander's face. What had he just said