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.

arms trembling with the strain

maybe four

What?

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

much stronger than this.’ But when I did, it was nothing

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

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

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

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

fear enough 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

said, his

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

that a great aunt had been offered up as such, sold by her own father. But she hadn’t been sold at an auction, no. This was… archaic, primitive… disgusting

who’d bid a small fortune on my body. I couldn’t see his face through the smoke-filled darkness, but his voice was

was an

of adventure that had put me

entirely in

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

been bought. I’d

down the hallway and into a dark room, the door slamming shut and locking

***

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 deliberated my

already tried 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,

was hurt. I was dressed in nothing but a thin, skimpy white dress. If I had escaped, I would have died of exposure before

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

a chance the man who’d bought me would be kind and loving, right? It had worked out that way for others, I was sure. I knew that for a fact. But something about his voice when

need to get out of here,” I breathed, reaching deep into my mind to try to connect with anyone from my pack,

use. I was

I was in the

of miles

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 the

“Goddess,” I breathed, “Please….”

door swung open and I lifted my head, staring

said sternly, and I recognized the voice as the man