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.
welled in my eyes as I panted, my arms trembling with the
You could get three, maybe four pups out of
What?
breath. I’d graduated two years early from the University of Mirage’s prestigious history program with a dual major in archeology,
I told myself. ‘You’re so much stronger than this.’ But when I did, it was nothing but
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 eyes from
the starting bid?” someone shouted from the crowd, which was
let my dress drop back to my knees, releasing his tight hold on my hair. “One hundred,” he grinned, 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. I didn’t want to
the shouts echoed from the crowd, numbers reflecting my supposed worth being flung in a chaotic
enough to see a tall, golden-haired man rise from his seat and
his
downy hair on my body stood on end as the hush reached the stage, sending a chill
ago that a great aunt had been offered up as such, sold by
who’d bid a small fortune on my body. I couldn’t see his
man was an Alpha. He’d
It was my own miscalculation and romantic notions of adventure that had put me in this mess.
was entirely in over
crowd, and then I was roughly pulled from the stage and shoved down a short flight of stairs. I cried out as I fell to the bottom, my knees scraping against the uneven and cracked stone pavers lining a narrow,
been bought. I’d been sold as
I was shoved down the hallway and into a dark room, the door slamming shut and
***
was my only source of light.
the door. My nails were cracked 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,
I was hurt. I was dressed in nothing but a thin, skimpy white dress. If I had escaped, I would have died
I thought things would go. My once-in-a-lifetime journey had ended in peril, and I could only blame myself. I cursed under my breath, running
for others, I was sure. I knew that for a fact. But something about his voice when he gave his final, astonishing bid had my
need to get out of here,” I breathed, reaching deep into my mind to try to connect with anyone from
was no use. I was not
was in the
thousands of miles
and pressed my forehead into the floor. I was freezing, my skin pebbled and pale in the
“Goddess,” I breathed, “Please….”
door swung open and I lifted my head,
I recognized the voice
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