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?

have been a manager’s office on the first floor. Why would he need to convert

this inn was

doubt in a rogue zone. There weren’t any packs

Alpha but they showed him

enough, smiling at me and offering quick greetings. The news of my presence had spread to all

more

a table in the corner and sat down with my back to the wall. I could see the entire room from there while also remaining out of the

guards by the bar entrance, guards in the

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

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

about guards was that they worked

I was just there to have a good time.

at me curiously. I had become

the guards at the hallway entrance straightened up and

glanced at everyone else in the bar. Some of them were

were changing shifts. Now

backpack and slipped down the hallway. No one was watching me

I blended into the shadows. It would be much easier to stay hidden when the new guards arrived, and for that, I was grateful. I couldn’t hear any voices

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

didn’t look like they’d been used in a

guard it if there wasn’t a way

muttered when I came to the door. And once

door

If they were really concerned about someone getting in, they’d lock the door

inconsistency in security

lower lip debating whether or not I should turn the handle. There could be more guards waiting

an old inn, though, and no one would want to stand around outside at night in the

I was

I pushed the door

Screech! Screech! Screech!

blinding lights

groaned, covering my

tried to find a place to hide. The doors to the event room and card room were too far

lights. Even if I did run, the guards had already seen me. They’d be down my neck in a

door and try my luck in the village but I still wasn’t up to

me, pointing weapons

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

never make it. I had as much chance of surviving a fight against these guys and their weapons as I did in running away. Even at

risking myself by attacking or doing something