Sold AS The alpha King's Breeder

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.

trembling with the strain of having them held so violently behind my

three, maybe four pups out

What?

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

breath, Eliza,’ I told myself. ‘You’re so much stronger than this.’ But

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 eyes from watering. He

bid?” someone shouted from the crowd, which was followed by shouts of

tight hold on my hair. “One hundred,” he grinned, and if I had the strength to look up and peer into his

curling my toes against the dry wood of the stage as the shouts echoed from the crowd, numbers reflecting my supposed worth being flung in a

to peer through the loose strands of curls that were falling over my face, long enough to see a tall, golden-haired man rise from his seat and slam a bag of coins down on

thousand,” he said, his voice echoing

on my body stood on end as the hush reached the stage, sending a chill

up as such, sold by her own father. But she hadn’t been sold at an

through tears as I slowly raised my head to look into the eyes of the man who’d bid a small fortune on my body. I couldn’t see

knew without a doubt that this man was an Alpha.

It was my own miscalculation and romantic notions of adventure that had put me in this mess. This place, this realm…it wasn’t my

was entirely in over my

flight of stairs. I cried out as I fell to the bottom, my knees scraping against the uneven and cracked stone pavers lining a

just been bought. I’d been

happened, I was shoved down the hallway and into

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crept through the gaps in the boards covering a single window that was my only source of light. I paced, wringing my hands as I

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 as fast as I

white dress. If I had escaped, I would have died of exposure before I was

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 only

way for others, I was sure. I knew that for a fact. But something about his voice when he gave his final,

reaching deep into my mind to try to connect with anyone from my pack, from my family, who might be within range to pick up my desperate attempt

was no use. I was not

in

thousands of

was pounding as I dropped to my knees and pressed my forehead into the floor. I was freezing, my skin pebbled and pale in the soft moonlight drifting through the boards on

“Goddess,” I breathed, “Please….”

swung open and I lifted my head, staring at the shadowed figure taking up

I recognized the voice as the man who