Sold AS The alpha King's Breeder
Chapter 790
Chapter 790
Chapter 1 : Bidding
Breeder Season 6 – Rejected by the Dark Lord
*Eliza*
I blinked into light so bright it was impossible to clear my vision. My head was throbbing, and I reached back to feel along the base of my skull where dried blood was caked into my thick, dark brown curls. Every movement of my body sent a sharp ache shooting down my spine. The slightest touch of the fabric of the dress I’d been made to wear set my skin on fire. Nausea roiled in my stomach, but I found it impossible to swallow.
Everything was too bright, too loud, too much.
The clink of coins… the smell of sour, bitter ale… low, grisly voices dripping with violence and hunger–that was all I could hear, and as my eyes began to adjust to the lights about my head, all I could see was the silhouette of the crowd.
Men huddled around bar tables. Women walked between them, dropping pitchers of ale so carelessly in front of them that foam spilled over the rim of the glass. It smelled like smoke and mildew, and my stomach lurched as another chill ran down my spine. Where was I? How had things gone so awry?
I could barely turn my neck without pain, but a movement a few feet from where I stood caught my eye. Another woman stood nearby, her body bathed in dusty, amber light.
“Three healthy sons,” came a male voice, a voice I immediately recognized.
It belonged to the same man who had given me the injury on the back of my head. I closed my eyes, flinching away as he moved out from behind me, his voice booming over the muffled chatter enveloping the room.
“A professional, you could say.”
A professional what, exactly? I painfully turned my head to look at the woman through my lashes, noticing her expressionless face. Murmurs erupted through the crowd as the man made her do a twirl, showing her off. Her dress didn’t leave much to the imagination, but neither did mine.
I looked down at the scrap of fabric that barely covered my body, the strips of white, thin cotton that hung loosely from my shoulders and fell over my breasts. Under this light, every inch of me was exposed to the hungry gazes in the crowd.
“The bidding starts at twenty–”
Bidding?
Noise fanned out over the crowd before the man could finish. People yelled. Some argued. I turned to the woman and noticed her eyes shining with nervous pride.
I’d been so distracted by the scene unfolding before me that I hadn’t noticed my captor had moved behind me once more until one of his hands tangled in my hair, pulling roughly so I was forced to tilt my chin toward the ceiling, blinded by the light once again. His other hand clasped my wrists together behind my back and pulled my arms down so I had to bend back toward him, my breasts raised and on full display.
I yelped in pain and surprise as he forced me to walk forward to the very edge of the stage, his fingernails digging into my skin.
“Virginal,” he hissed loud enough to send an echo across the now quiet room.
I panted, my arms trembling with the strain of having them held so violently
four pups out of her before she’s
What?
was beating so rapidly in my chest that I found it hard to catch my breath. Virginal? Three or four pups before I was worthless? Rage ripped through my fear as I took a shuttering breath. I’d graduated two years early from the University of Mirage’s prestigious history program with a dual major in archeology, for Goddess’ sake. How the hell how I ended up here, being measured by nothing more than my ability to
‘You’re so much stronger than this.’ But when I
ran through the room as the patrons of whatever seedy tavern I was in considered me, juggling their coins in their hands. My captor chuckled low in his throat as he started to bunch the fabric of the flimsy white gown over my thighs, revealing the paleness of the skin there. I felt tears roll down my cheeks, despite my will to keep my
from the crowd, which was followed by
and if I had the strength to look up and peer into his eyes, I knew I would have seen greed there. But I had no desire to see this man’s face.
of the stage as the shouts echoed from the crowd, numbers reflecting my
that were falling over my face, long enough to see a tall, golden-haired man rise from his seat and slam
thousand,” he said, his
hair on my body stood on end as
up as such, sold by her own father. But she hadn’t been sold at an auction, no. This was…
the man who’d bid a small fortune on my body. I couldn’t see his face through the smoke-filled darkness, but his voice was strong, hearty, dripping with
that this man was an Alpha. He’d either be my
of adventure that had put
was entirely in
and shoved down a short flight of stairs. I cried out as I
bought. I’d been sold as a
had happened, I was shoved down the hallway and
***
my only
and bleeding from trying to loosen the wooden boards covering the window. I was resigned to throwing myself on whoever came through the door next, then bolting, running as long and
hurt. I was dressed in nothing but a thin, skimpy white dress. If
would go. My once-in-a-lifetime journey had ended in peril, and I could only blame myself. I cursed under my breath, running my hands over my face as I rested my back against the wall, letting myself crumble, but
It had worked out that way for others, I was sure. I knew
to connect with anyone from my
use. I
I was in the
of miles
my knees and pressed my forehead into the floor. I was freezing, my skin pebbled and pale in
“Goddess,” I breathed, “Please….”
I lifted my head, staring at the shadowed figure taking
recognized the voice as
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