Sold AS The alpha King's Breeder

Sold As The Alpha King’s Breeder Chapter 567

Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder Chapter 567

Chapter 67 : Shattered Heart

*Lena*

One Week Later

Olive Thermaldi was a strange woman.

She was tapping her pen against her desk as she looked me up and down, and then peered down at my transcript from Morhan, a look of suspicion etched into every line of her face. She was slight of build and rather tall, with soft gray hair that was pinned away from her and twisted into a low, neat bun at the nape of her neck. Her dark, rich skin was nearly perfect, and despite her age, she had an air of youth that I found hard not to notice as she ran her tongue along her lower lip and shrugged, handing the transcript back to me.

She’d been reading my transcript line by line for the past hour. Thankfully, it had my alias instead of my given name. There was no way I could be traced here by my family, I’d made sure of it during my long, somewhat arduous journey across the entirety of the western continent.

Cedar Hollow was a small, mountainous town as far west as possible. The great Western Range towered overhead, cutting the town off to even the closest settlements. There was a single road in and out, and it had taken me seven hours by a rickety bus to even reach the town.

“You’re overqualified,” Olive said, sucking in her cheeks and arching her brows. “Can’t find a job that better suits your skills, huh?”

“I wanted to come here.” I lied but was acting as enthusiastically as possible.

“Well, you’re an hour late and a dollar short, my dear. This position has already been filled. The Alpha only has the need for one horticulturist at the moment–”

“But–”

“But,” she interrupted, looking me up and down. “Do you like kids?”

“Kids? I–”

“Ever thought about teaching?”

“Teaching? I never–I don’t have a teaching license–”

She waved a hand in dismissal, chuckling a bit as she tapped her pen on her desk again.

“You think the Alpha King and his administration care about schools this rural? Our kids are born in Cedar Hollow and stay in Cedar Hollow, you know.”

don’t think

our teachers have ever had. We need someone soon, anyway.

never taught before!”

a look, then laughed, turning her chair to reach into a cabinet beneath her desk. She pulled out a folder and set it on the desk, shaking

“Can you use scissors?”

“Yes, I–”

a

“Yes…”

know shapes and

“Of course? What–”

everything you need to know to teach kindergarten, Ms, uh, what was it

long, white hair that brushed her hips when she walked. I’d cut it off in

a contract in front of me. “You look like someone who may or may not be running from something, or just wanting to start fresh, where no one knows your name.

fighting the color that was spreading

But you can have a job and a place to live. All you’ve gotta do is

Teach kindergarten? Me?

looked down at the contract, my fingers curling around

not now, not after stealing away from my family with little more than a

be paid, not well, but enough to buy what I needed to survive. The job came with a cottage and a stipend at the weekly market for meat and dairy. I sighed, glancing up at

a bore, and the teacher before that was a logger who

up at her,

as gory

tried to smile but found myself bursting with adrenaline as I positioned the pen above the

attributes of the cottage, each more charming than the last–clawfoot soaker tub,

over the contract, ink dripping onto the paper near

was happening in

***

unlocked the front door of the

at the incredible network of tangled redwood branches above my head. The trees here were massive, just like the trees in Red Lakes. The landscape was uneven and rocky, and I could tell just by looking around

whispered against the windows while a fire crackled in the background. It reminded me of home, of Mirage, a place that rarely ever saw

the cottage… oh, the cottage. It

inner walls surrounding the staircase were made of wood and had been painted a pale blue and decorated with painted flowers and vines that swirled up the railing. The kitchen cabinets were a muted green, faded with age and use. There was indeed a wood-fired oven, and the groundskeeper showed me how to use it as we moved

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