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

You could get three, maybe four pups out of her before she’s

What?

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

than this.’ But when I did, it was nothing but ripe, bitter

started to bunch the fabric of the flimsy white gown over my

someone shouted from the crowd, which was followed by

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 remember him

my bare feet, curling my toes against the dry wood of the stage as the shouts echoed from the crowd, numbers reflecting

peer through the loose strands of curls that were falling over my face, long enough to see a tall, golden-haired man rise

his voice echoing through

downy hair on my body stood on end as the hush reached the stage,

been so long ago that a great aunt had been offered up as such, sold by her own father. But she hadn’t been sold at

eyes of 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 both honey and

without a doubt that this man was an

romantic notions of adventure that had put me in this

was entirely in over my

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, ill-lit

been bought. I’d been

to terms with what had happened, I was shoved down the

***

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

wooden boards covering the window. I was resigned to throwing myself on

skimpy white dress. If I had escaped, I would have

myself. I cursed under

out that way 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 teeth

connect with anyone from my pack, from my family, who might be within range to pick up my

use. I was

in the Dark

thousands of

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….”

I lifted my head, staring

her up,” he said sternly, and I recognized the voice as the man who had bought