Sold AS The alpha King's Breeder

Chapter 768

Chapter 113 : The Tunnel

Two guards came to either side of me. Before they could grasp my arms, I told them, “Don’t touch me. I have legs, and I can walk on my own.”

They glanced at the king, and he waved his hand, allowing the guards to respect my request. As a result, one of them nodded to me, showing me the way while the other followed behind, keeping a close watch.

I kept my head down but I constantly shifted my eyes from side to side, looking at my surroundings, memorizing my way through the palace to the dungeon.

I caught sight of several paintings on the wall that stuck out, embedding them in my mind.

When we got to an entrance leading to a tunnel going underground, the pitch black pathway had me stop for a moment. One of the guards pushed me onto the stairs.

“Hey!”

“Just keep going. You’ll be where you belong soon enough,” he growled.

The staircase was long and winding. When we got to the bottom, the air was damp and musty. Thankfully, I found the walls were lined with luminous stones, giving off a dim light. Once my eyes got used to the darkness, I could see again through the faint lighting.

“Straight ahead,” the guard barked at me.

I noticed there were hallways on either side, too.

The guards made me walk down the central hallway. That was easy enough to remember.

Despite my better judgment, I kept thinking about Eros. Had he told me the truth about Helen being in the dungeon? Was it all another part of his game?

He’d been deceiving us right from the start. Always lying about who he was and what he was after.

I understood that he wanted his freedom. Hell, I’d been there too. I nearly killed myself with poison to win my own. But the way he went about it… I had to question myself, if it was me, would I make the same choices as him?

Honestly, I didn’t know.

For someone like me and him, a slight chance for freedom meant everything.

their trust, stealing from them, and giving a powerful and dangerous man even more powerful artifacts without any concern for what the king would do with them…all of that might sound worth it

make the same decisions as him—if

hurt Ashley. He’d taken advantage of her, his

devastated by the rejection. Yet, between matebond and freedom, he chose the latter, destroying not only himself but the one and only

was only out for

then, why would he be trying to help me find Helen just now? After all his treacherous doings, why would he care about anyone

to us? If he was as selfish a person as he seemed, why could he

potential small flickers of goodness in him, I couldn’t bring myself to forgive him. Everyone had to live with the consequences of their actions. What was more, if he needed to make it up to anyone, it should be Ashley, not

matebond was the price he paid. It was a loss he might never recover from. Part of me wanted to ask him if it was worth it. He might actually

my head, I pushed those thoughts about Eros aside

that I had to live with. Like coming to the palace. It was for what I believed to be the

it until everything was over. I

me. Between being the last of my family, for the most part, and the artifact, he needed me for something.

would happen when he got what he wanted? I’d

walked. In the distance, water dripped. I saw several cells lining the walls beside me but I

stomach. Was it safe for the baby to be in a

regardless of right or wrong, sometimes we had to take risks and follow our hearts. That’s what I’d done the moment when

in my mind suddenly. Oh, he

going and why? At least, I was honest. I hoped that would be enough for him to forgive me,

are, your new home,” a guard said. He grabbed

clanging closed behind me. I shuddered as I heard

laughing as they went. I was left alone in the dimly lit

wasn’t the time to think about Soren. Once we were back together, he could be as mad as he wanted and I could figure

I couldn’t hear the guards anymore, I sat cross-legged on the floor and put my hands on my knees. Taking deep breaths in through the nose

I saw her, it was in a dream

body. I could feel it. Sometimes, it was an urge to chant out spells, and sometimes it was an instinct telling me what to do. At this moment, I just had a feeling that Helen was nearby, and I might be able to find her

the nose, out through

more anxious

my stomach. It was as if the baby could feel my anxiety and it was trying to comfort me. A smile climbed

all right, but you’re right, I shouldn’t be this unsettled. It doesn’t help the

figure this out together. I was no longer cold and lonely. The little one in