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

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

never taught

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

“Of course? What–”

know to teach kindergarten, Ms, uh, what was it

she walked. I’d cut it off in a train station bathroom three

like someone who may or

blinked, fighting the color that was spreading over my

But you can have a job and

Teach kindergarten? Me?

curling around the

home, not now, not after stealing away from my family with little more than a note telling them

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

and energetic. Their last teacher was a bit of a bore, and the teacher before that was a logger who lost an arm in

looked up at

giggled. “It was as

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

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

over the contract, ink dripping onto the paper near the

whatever the hell was happening in Crimson Creek, I could

***

not much,” said the groundskeeper as he unlocked the front door of

like the trees in Red Lakes. The landscape

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

the cottage… oh, the cottage.

walked inside, looking up at the exposed beams running across the shallow ceiling. The groundskeeper was a tall man, and he had to duck his head 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 surrounding the staircase were made of wood and had

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