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

ever had. We need someone soon, anyway. The Solstice break is over next week and their teacher decided

taught

turning her chair to reach into a cabinet beneath her desk. She pulled out a folder and set it

“Can you use scissors?”

“Yes, I–”

about a glue

“Yes…”

you 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

with a smile as she pushed 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

the color that was spreading over

have a job and a place to live. All you’ve gotta

Teach kindergarten? Me?

curling around the pen sitting next to

of had to 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 to

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

love ya, someone young and energetic. Their last teacher was a bit of a bore, and the teacher before that was a logger

looked up at

was as gory as

but found myself bursting with adrenaline as I positioned the

style, big loft–” she rattled off the attributes of the cottage, each more charming

contract, ink dripping onto the paper

hell was happening in Crimson Creek, I could survive a group of

***

the front door of the cottage and tossed me 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 that this place saw more rain than

I loved the 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

the cottage. It was absolute

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.

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