Sold AS The alpha King's Breeder

Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder Chapter 721

Chapter 66 : The Harvest Festival

It wasn’t hard to find the festival. Before we even got into the main city, I could hear the sounds of music and happy chatter.

“Come on, come on. We need to hurry,” Ashley said, hurrying forward. “We’re going to miss all the good stuff.”

We rounded the corner to the main street and I stopped, my jaw dropping open.

The street was filled with vendors selling snacks and all kinds of things from exotic clothes to pottery and ceramics, and jewelry.

There were people playing music in the streets and dancing. String lights with paper lanterns on them were hung across the streets.

It was so vibrant, colorful, and full of life. I looked this way and that. Everywhere I looked, I saw more shiny, colorful things that caught my eye.

Ashley was already trying on a fancy scarf from one of the vendors.

This was a harvest festival? I thought there would be more associations with harvests but everyone just seemed to be celebrating and having a good time.

“What do you think of this scarf?” Ashley asked me, striking a dramatic pose.

I giggled and Ashley immediately paid the vendor and kept the scarf for herself. She went on to the next vendor, looking at jewelry.

“Payne, can you carry this for me?” Ashley asked, tossing Payne her new scarf while she held a necklace up to her neck and looked at her reflection in the mirror.

Payne sighed and took the necklace that Ashley handed him. He rolled his eyes but I could tell that despite his frustrated look, he was happy to be helping his sister.

Soren seemed off in his own world. He was looking around but he didn’t seem all that interested in shopping. I think he was watching some of the street performers but it was hard to tell.

I stayed close to Ashley and when she was done looking at jewelry, she looped her arm through mine and dragged me to the next vendor.

“Awe, look how adorable this ceramic wolf is,” Ashley said, holding up the small figurine.

“It is really cute but do you need it?” I asked, smiling nervously. I ran my finger along the edge of a nice ceramic pot.

Part of me wanted to find a present for Soren but I didn’t know what to get for him in a place like this. I didn’t have the money to spend on a lot of nice things and I figured anything Soren would like would be too expensive.

“Okay, I don’t need the dog. Come here, check out these pieces,” she said, dragging me to the next jewelry vendor.

I picked up a few pendants and rings, looking them over. Then I caught a price tag and immediately put it down. Yeah, those were definitely outside my budget!

Still, I had fun looking at all the unique vendors. Ashley’s enthusiasm was contagious. She wanted to look at everything and touch everything. She even grabbed several snacks and let me try them.

All the festival food was delicious!

“Hey! Hey!” someone shouted in the street up ahead.

I tried to look

Clatter!

sounded like something heavy fell in the streets but I couldn’t see what it was. Ashley grabbed my arm and tried to

on over there?” I

came over to

should get out of here,” Soren said

“Shouldn’t we see…”

aside as they moved into the area where the commotion

this happened before?” someone

pushed his master…

is

of slaves

with

looked at

is slave trading still legal in

an exception during the Harvest Festival,” Payne

on slave trading?” I asked, shaking

and rogues can be traded as slaves. As a result, their

was legal anywhere,” Ashley

I bowed my head.

master, they can be sentenced to death or whatever punishment their master decides. Seeing as they are criminals,

if they are criminals, I suppose that makes me feel

myself. Criminals or not, I didn’t

male baritone bellowed through the crowd. “You bastards! How many times do we

slaves say, didn’t you know that?” one of

to me! I’m not a

my lower lip and looked at Soren. He’d been watching me, clearly picking up on my mood. These

wasn’t my choice and I couldn’t stop it. My whole life, I’d been nothing but a slave to my foster mother. She’d used me to kill witches and all

I ever raised my voice, I’d get beaten. And I was warned that if

was why I

“No,” I whispered.

the others

called after

in the center of a circle of guards. They slowly circled around the men like they were vultures. Two

of them were

assholes,” the sitting man cursed. He spit out blood and glared at the security guards. Growling, he

had struck. They’d hit him pretty hard to knock him down like

trader was absolutely furious. He was huffing and puffing, spitting and cursing. He ran over to the two subdued

and shuddered. The

son of a b***h! You dare to hit me! I’m your f*****g master, your god! You can’t raise a fist to me, bastard. f*****g criminal. You’re nothing but a horrid, rotten douche and you deserve to

slave trader kept cursing