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.”

think

sciences is more than any of our teachers have ever had. We need someone

never taught before!”

me a look, then laughed, turning her chair to reach into a cabinet beneath her desk.

“Can you use scissors?”

“Yes, I–”

a

“Yes…”

know

“Of course? What–”

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

throat. Ms. Grayleigh. Lena Grayleigh. That’s who I was now, and would be forever. Selene Gray was gone, as 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

“You look like someone who may or may not be running from something, or just wanting to start fresh, where no one

that was spreading over my

a job and a place to live.

Teach kindergarten? Me?

fingers curling

do it. I couldn’t just go back home, not now, not after stealing away from my family with little more than a note telling them not

a stipend at

bore, and the teacher before that was a logger

looked up at her,

“It was as gory as

smile but found myself bursting with adrenaline

one bath. Loft style, big loft–” she rattled off the attributes of the cottage, each more charming than the last–clawfoot soaker tub, porcelain basin sink, a wood-fired

ink dripping onto the paper near the signature line. I sighed and signed my

happening in Crimson Creek, I

***

he unlocked the front door of the cottage and tossed me

head. The trees here were massive, just like the trees in Red Lakes. The landscape

coziness of fog and mist as it whispered against the windows while a fire crackled in the background. It reminded me of home, of Mirage, a place that rarely ever saw

oh, the cottage. It was

hearth took up an entire wall, built of the same gray and brown stone as the outside of the house. The 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,

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