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.

crowd closed in around the raised voices. I tried to look ahead to see what

Clatter!

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

over

and Payne came over to

out of here,”

“Shouldn’t we see…”

crowd, pushing people aside as they moved into the area where the commotion had

this happened before?” someone in the crowd

his master… he

is dead for

of slaves will

with that

at Soren, gasping.

us. “How is slave

an exception during the Harvest Festival,”

I asked,

traded as slaves. As a result, their masters aren’t that nice to them and

didn’t think slavery was legal anywhere,”

I bowed my head.

and criminals dare to raise a hand to their slave master, they can be sentenced to death or

that makes

looped an arm around myself. Criminals or not, I didn’t like anyone

through the crowd. “You bastards! How many times do we have to say it? We’re not

all slaves say, didn’t you know that?”

me! I’m not a criminal, a rogue, or a slave!

Soren. He’d been watching me, clearly picking up on my mood.

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 was to

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

was why I fought

“No,” I whispered.

away from Soren and the others and slipped through the

Soren called after

slowly circled around the men like they were vultures. Two of the men were pinned down by guards, the third was sitting on

of them were

spit out blood and glared at the security guards. Growling, he stood up and pointed at

been the slave trader who the slaves had struck. They’d hit him pretty hard to knock

huffing and puffing, spitting and cursing. He ran over to the two subdued shifters and kicked

groaned and shuddered. The slave trader kept kicking and hitting

to me, bastard. f*****g criminal. You’re nothing but a

kept cursing