Sold AS The alpha King's Breeder

Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder Chapter 662

Chapter 9 : Free At Last

My heart sank as I passed the office. Soren had seemed like a nice guy. I let myself believe that he was different and that he was good and decent.

But he wasn’t. I had been very, very wrong. He was like everyone else I encountered.

Groaning under my breath, I headed down the stairs, taking one at a time to make sure nothing would creak.

As soon as I hit the bottom of the stairs, I heard muffled laughter and saw lights flooding most of the first floor of the inn.

“Crap,” I whispered.

It was late and I assumed everyone would have retired. Especially with Soren’s clandestine meeting by candlelight in his office.

The main floor of the inn, where there was a bar and food, was busy as ever. Well, that would make slipping out quietly and unnoticed more complicated.

I walked into the main lobby and everyone got quiet, staring at me. I glanced toward the front door as they watched me. It wasn’t the right time to try and make a run for it. I already knew I wouldn’t get far.

Instead of going to the door, I smiled awkwardly and turned toward the bar. The shifters in the lobby followed me with their eyes. It was unnerving how they never looked away from me.

As I passed by, I nodded to them.

“Good evening. I was just feeling thirsty and thought I’d grab a drink,” I said cheerily. I smiled brightly.

One of the shifters grunted and they went back to talking quietly to each other.

“The bar is open all night,” another said, smiling back and nodding toward the bar entrance.

Sighing in relief, I headed on my way. At least, they didn’t try to stop me.

Walking through the inn, I noticed something I hadn’t noticed before. The shifters in the lobby seemed more like guards on duty. There were shifters in the bar, too, that looked like they were there to guard rather than drink and have a good time.

This wasn’t just some random inn I’d stumbled into. They were organized and this seemed more like a base than a place to socialize. I saw a lot of the same faces in the bar as I’d seen the last time I was there.

That seemed strange.

At most inns, people came and went. But these guys seemed like they lived here.

Why would they live in an inn and why would they need to guard it?

That didn’t make sense for a simple inn, and I had been in plenty of those.

Thinking back, Soren having an office and everything also seemed out of place. I hadn’t thought about it while I was eavesdropping, but what inn converted a room into an office for one guy? Did he own the inn?

manager’s office on the first floor. Why would he

anything, this inn was more like

that I was for sure, without a doubt in a rogue zone. There weren’t any packs or alphas here. These

way they were with Soren. They never called him Alpha but they showed

bar and ordered myself a drink. Everyone was pleasant enough, smiling at me and offering quick greetings. The news of my presence had spread to all of them, which wouldn’t have happened if this was a regular

was definitely more going on

table in the corner and sat down with my back to the wall. I could see the entire room

the lobby, and more guards by a hallway to the

all these guards, would I really be allowed to walk out the front door? Soren had been investigating me. It seemed more likely that he wanted to keep me around and get some answers, especially

turned my glass in my hands. I hadn’t taken a sip yet,

guards was that

took a gulp of my beer to make it look like I was just there to have a good time. I didn’t need to draw

people stopped glancing at me curiously. I had become a fixture on the wall, nothing special or

hallway entrance straightened

the bar. Some of them were passed out

shifts. Now was

down the hallway. No one was watching me and the new

stay hidden when the

protecting the hallway? There wasn’t anything down this way but a big empty even room

look like they’d been used

be a reason to guard it if there

I muttered when I came to the door. And once again, my knowledge of guards and escape

the door handle.

was almost too easy. If they were really concerned about someone getting in, they’d lock the

in

lower lip debating whether or not I should turn the handle. There could be more guards waiting for me on the other side of the door. Either that, or

was an old inn, though, and no one would want to stand around outside at

likelihood, I

pushed the door

Screech! Screech! Screech!

blinding lights flashed

I groaned,

the event room and card room were too far away and over the screaming alarm, I could already hear approaching

Even if I did run, the guards had

village but I still wasn’t up to full strength. My joints still ached

swarmed around me,

guns, one had a spear. I couldn’t see the

to fight my way out, I’d never make it. I had as much chance of surviving a fight against these guys and their weapons as I did in running

point in risking myself by attacking or doing