Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder

Chapter 140 : Labor Pains

*Lena*

Xander was walking a few paces behind me. He glanced down at his watch from time to time, especially whenever I

bent over with my hands on my knees, trying to catch my breath every time a contraction ripped from my lower

back and settled over my belly.

“Are you doing okay?" he asked as I wiped tears from my eyes, refusing to look at him.

“What am I supposed to do with a newborn at our wedding, Xander?" I asked hotly, swallowing back a sob. I was

delirious with pain and heavy, crippling anxiety. I felt several conflicting emotions at once, and all of them

threatened to send me over the edge into a full-blown breakdown.

I couldn't blame anyone but myself for having our wedding only a week before my due date. Summer Solstice was

a major holiday, and it felt like the perfect time to gather our family together to celebrate. I figured Alexis would be

right on time.

But she had other plans–early plans, it seemed.

Maybe I could blame Xander a little bit. He needed to return to Egoren before the end of the summer, which meant

we were pressed for time anyway. I felt an irrational rage toward him as the contraction continued to run down my

back like claws, but that fury began to wane as the pain loosened its grip on my body.

“Whatever it is we're supposed to do with a newborn," he replied, keeping his expression neutral and avoiding eye

contact. “Feed them, change them, find them a warm body to snuggle against–"

“You're not helping!"

“What can I do, Lena?" he said, glancing at me before looking down at his watch. I straightened up as the

contraction began to ease. “That was a long one–"

I started walking away from him, and he gave me a few seconds to put some distance between us before he

followed.

It didn't take him long to catch up with me, however. We walked along the edge of the front garden, and for the first

time in my life, the smell of the summer blooms made me sick to my stomach. I paused to try to catch my breath

and glanced up at Xander, who was watching me closely.

“I'm not having a contraction!"

“Alright, alright," he murmured, his eyes still laser-focused on my own. “Do you want to sit down for a moment?"

“Not here," I breathed, sucking in my breath and charging forward again. Xander sighed as he followed through the

garden and out the other side, where we walked along the treeline of the forest that surrounded the castle. The

grass that took up the fields in the back of the castle was nearly as tall as me, but when we reached the edge of the

sprawling castle grounds, we came upon a clearing with soft, short grass and moss. A creek bubbled through the

trees and ran across the clearing, and I quickly took off my slippers and dipped my feet in the water, sighing in

relief.

“Are your feet hurting?"

“Yes. Ahh…" I bent forward, my hands resting on my knees as another contraction rippled over my midsection. I

found it hard to breathe for a moment and felt Xander's hand resting on my lower back as the pain thrummed and

then ebbed away.

I knew he was watching his watch as closely as he was watching me. He was timing my contractions. We'd taken a

single childbirth class during our time in Mirage. A midwife had come to the castle, and we sat on the floor in the

library with our legs crossed. She'd led us through several positions that might help me feel more comfortable while

I was in labor, almost all of them assisted by Xander in some way. We'd giggled and joked through it, and I'd been

happy, enjoying Xander's company and enthusiasm.

But right now I didn't want to be touched. I didn't want to be looked at, and I didn't want to be talked to.

I was grateful that Xander could sense this. He was lingering a few feet away from me, peering down at the creek

as we both waited for the contraction to pass.

I staggered backward and lowered myself to the ground, then laid on my back, wrapping my arms around my

stomach.

“I'm fine," I blurted before Xander could ask if I was okay.

He gave me a soft smile, walking toward me cautiously before sitting down in the grass a few feet away, stretching

his legs out in front of him.

“Is there anything I can do to make you more comfortable?" he asked, then paused. “Other than f*****g off and

leaving you alone?"

I snorted with mirth as I reached out to pick at the grass, my face tilting toward the sun. Clouds were moving

overhead, slow and lazy against a deep blue sky.

“Maybe you could just talk to me–"

“About what?"

I turned to look at him, smiling at the way the sun danced over his face. Oh, Xander. I was lucky to have such a

handsome, caring mate–even if he was bossy, and a little controlling, and sometimes incredibly irritating. I felt a

wave of undying love and appreciation wash over me, but it was quickly replaced by another round of tight,

unending pain and pressure. The smile I'd been giving him quickly turned into a scowl, teeth bared. He rolled his

eyes and shook his head.

“Maybe," I panted, “you can tell me what I'm in for by having one of your–your children."

He arched his brows, glancing down at his watch for a moment as I moved through the contraction. I noticed how

his jaw was clenched, and how the tension in his muscles made the veins that roped around his arms stand out as

he tried not to look at me, keeping his eyes on the watch. He was high-strung right now, and I wasn't letting him

help me. That was all he needed me to do.

“I'm sorry, Xander–"

“I know you're in pain and you don't want to be fussed over. I understand," he said quickly, glancing at me beneath

his lashes. “I don't like to be coddled when I'm hurt, either."

“You can sit next to me if you want–"

He moved so quickly I didn't have time to finish speaking before he was sitting next to me, his hand hovering over

my thigh. I nodded my head, and he let his hand rest on my skin, a sigh of relief leaving his lips.

My body relaxed as the contraction lessened, and I let out the breath I was holding.

“What do you want to know about me?" he asked softly, still looking down at his watch.

“Everything," I replied, and he met my eye.

“There's not much to say–"

“What were you like as a kid? Maybe I'll know what I'm in for with Alexis."

“Alexis won't be like me," he retorted, then shook his head. He sighed deeply, laying back against the grass. His

fingers played over my lower back as I turned my head to look at him, noticing the melancholy behind his eyes.

“I was alone a lot when I was young. To be honest, I don't have many memories from before… before Theo took

me under his wing."

“Your uncle, right?"

“Yes, my uncle. But as I grew he became more like a father figure, and Ciana–Soren's daughter–she was like a

mother. Their daughters are named Flora and Ava, and they're like sisters to me, much younger but it didn't matter.

They were all I had. Theo made sure I was educated, and he made me his heir. I became the Alpha King at

seventeen–"

“Seventeen?" I exclaimed. “Why–"

“Theo was ready to step down. I don't think it was a role he really wanted."

I exhaled through my nose, understanding that feeling exactly.

“Did you want to be the Alpha King?"

Xander was silent for a moment, watching clouds move overhead. He turned to me, giving me a weak smile.

“Yes, I did. I do, still. I'm good at it."

“So… what about chemistry–"

He chuckled, turning back to the clouds.

“There's one university in Egoren and it's faith based. I studied there for a time, but wasn't interested in theology or

literature. I studied the sciences with a private tutor. I did get straight A's my entire year at Morhan, just so you

know. I took it seriously–"

“Even though you were only there to find a White Queen to marry?"

He smirked, closing his eyes.

“I was successful, wasn't I?"

“Well, we're not married yet, so don't think you have it in the bag–"

He turned and glared, then smiled playfully as he shook his head.

“You Grays are impossible–hard headed and stubborn."

“It's genetic," I retorted, but whatever else I was going to say was ripped from my throat as I gasped, another

contraction rocking me to my core. Xander sat up and leaned over me, his hand resting on my stomach as my belly

tightened painfully.

“Why did–why did you not just–have you ever had another–girlfriend–"

“Lena," he growled, a glimmer of mirth in his eyes as he glanced from me to his watch. “We're not talking about

this right now–"

“I want–to talk about it–ow! f**k!"

“I don't think I've ever heard you say f**k before," he snorted, his eyes on his watch.

I turned to him as I panted, reaching over and clutching his arm for support. This one hurt–bad.

“I'm not ready for this," I cried, my voice a weak, strained choke that I knew was barely audible.

“I don't believe that for a second," he said softly, brushing my hair out of my eyes. “You can still go to the hospital if

you want. That's always an option."

I'd been planning on having Alexis at home with a midwife. That's how my mom had done it, in this very castle. I

liked the idea of bringing our daughter into the world in the very place I'd been born and grew up.

But Mom had been in labor for two entire days before I'd been born. Two days! How the hell was I going to suffer

like this for two days....

The contraction began to ease. Xander helped me into a seated position, rubbing my back.

“Do you want to walk some more? Did that seem to help?"

“It did," I said weakly, wiping a bead of sweat from my brow. “It did help."

He rose to his feet and helped me up, steadying me with a hand on my elbow. I shuffled forward a few paces and

then felt… a pop… like a rubber band snapped somewhere deep in my belly. I looked up at Xander, furrowing my

brow.

“What–"

Water burst from between my legs, soaking the dress I was wearing and my slippers. I looked down, momentarily

numb from shock.

“Well, I think we should make our way back to the castle now," Xander said calmly, patting my back. I was starting

to panic, but Xander was totally calm and collected, like this was just another day, another long walk in the woods.

“Do you want me to carry you–"

“No," I said sharply, sniffing indignantly as I wiped frantic tears from my eyes. “I'm okay."

“It's not far–"

“I know!" I shrugged his hand off of me and waddled forward, wet and uncomfortable as he trailed behind me.

“Lena," he said, his voice dropping an octave as I turned around.

I blinked up at him, something mean and cutting on the tip of my tongue that I didn't mean threatening to spill out

into the open just because I was petrified of what was going to happen next, and Xander was the only person

nearby who I could target with my wrath.

“What–"

“I love you so much. You got this."

I burst into tears.