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 I’m

teachers have ever had. We need someone soon, anyway. The Solstice break is over next week and their teacher decided not to

taught

beneath her desk. She pulled out a folder and set

“Can you use scissors?”

“Yes, I–”

about a glue

“Yes…”

know shapes

“Of course? What–”

you need to know to teach kindergarten, Ms, uh,

was her long, white hair that brushed her hips when she walked. I’d cut it off in a train station bathroom three days ago, tossing the length of it in the trash. I reached up and tucked a lock of my

she pushed a contract in front of me. “You look like someone who may or may

blinked, fighting the color that was spreading

have a job and a place to live. All

Teach kindergarten? Me?

fingers curling around the

after stealing away from my family with little more than a note telling them not to look

cottage and a stipend at the weekly market for meat and dairy. I sighed, glancing up at

someone young and energetic. Their last teacher was a bit of a bore, and the teacher

up at

“It was as gory as

found myself bursting with adrenaline

rattled off the attributes of the cottage, each more charming than the

hovered over the contract, ink dripping onto the paper near the signature line. I sighed

in Crimson

***

said the groundskeeper as he unlocked the front door of the cottage

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 that this place saw more rain than snow, and was likely

fire crackled in the background. It reminded

cottage… oh, the

as he moved around the open kitchen and living room area. The hearth took up an entire wall, built of the same gray and brown stone as the outside of the house. The inner walls

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