Sold AS The alpha King's Breeder

Chapter 791

Chapter 2 : The Man in the Mask

“Please!” I panted, the word catching in my throat and coming out as a hoarse cry. “Please, wait–”

The masked man picked me up with his arm around my waist, hoisting me over an ice-covered boulder. We’d been doing this for what felt like hours, the masked man dragged me along behind him as I tried to match his pace, which was close to a sprint.

I hadn’t looked back, not once, not since he pulled me through that window and into the unforgiving darkness that swallowed us both whole.

He set me down and grabbed my arm as he broke into a run again, but my knees buckled, my legs so frozen I could no longer feel my feet. I fell to the ground, the wet, half-melted snow biting into my skin. I couldn’t stop the tears as I tried to rise.

I was shaking so badly from the cold that my teeth were chattering as I wrapped my arms around my middle, shielding myself from the spray of rotten snow being carried by the frigid wind. The dense forest around us groaned as if it were in pain, the wind snapping branches and whistling through the canopy above our heads.

The man’s grip loosened on my arm and he took a step away from me, dropping the worn leather backpack he’d been carrying onto the slush and ice between us.

The daggers he wore on his belt flickered in the faint light of the moon peeking from the clouds overhead as he knelt, pulling a few items from the bag.

“You can let me go–”

“You won’t survive out here by yourself, not in your condition,” he replied, cutting me off with a wave of his hand. His voice was a distorted murmur behind the thick mask he wore, but I heard him curse under his breath as he rifled through his bag.

He pulled out a pair of thick socks and a shirt, which were heavily patched from repeated mending. He grabbed the back of one of my calves, and I had to steady myself with my hands on his shoulders as he took my frozen foot in his hands and gently rolled one of the socks onto it. “I’m going to carry you.”

“Just let me go, please! I won’t… I won’t tell anyone–” I whimpered as he took me by the waist again and positioned me on a boulder so my feet weren’t touching the wet ground. He rolled the second sock on, his calloused hands warm on my skin. It was a needed comfort, one that made a fresh wave of tears roll from my eyelashes and over my cheeks before they froze to my skin.

“Arms up,” he commanded, and I shakily complied. He pulled the shirt down over my head and took a step back to inspect me. The moonlight dusted his eyes through the mask, illuminating the crimson flakes that felt so familiar.

“Are you going to hurt me?”

“No,” he said firmly as he bent to gather his belongings.

“Where are you taking me?”

“Away from here–”

“But where? Why?”

“Do you always ask so many questions?” He was looking right at me now, his body rigid with frustration, maybe even annoyance.

my reply as he gave me a final once over, but then he looked over the top of my head, his shoulders relaxing slightly as the wind carried the sounds of frantic footsteps and the panting breaths of wolves

stood. Another followed, and I barely had time to duck

you long enough,” the masked man said to a man who jumped over one of the boulders, panting as

he was carrying several bags and a multitude of weapons. The contents of the bags spilled out as he threw them down–clothing, lots of it,

were

all the fun, Jared?” the man

turned my gaze to

my new captor had

with the body?” Jared asked as other wolves and men began to catch up, all of them

faces. It was obvious they’d been fighting, however. I’d witnessed the beginning of it before Jared had forced me

the man said with a shrug, then patted a satchel tied to his waist. “We got

man, very large. He could crush me between his palms

“Keep an eye on her for a moment.” He turned and began barking orders at the men and wolves who

man with the satchel looked down at me, giving me a crooked smile. “How’s it

I stammered, wrapping my arms around my chest. I fought the urge to say something cutting and sarcastic in response. How’s it going? Well, I’d been better. That

Archer,” he said, extending his

a little tighter

meet you, too,” he said sarcastically, then plopped down next to me on my ice-covered perch, resting one of his ankles

away from him in an instant. I would have shot up and run. But as I looked around at the half dozen or so men and wolves,

us, tilting his head toward the men standing behind him. “I need her to ride on your back. Seamus, Odin, and Fritz are going

could see what he looked like. He hadn’t been the only one wearing a mask when I was taken from the auction, but he was the only one wearing a

rogue. No one had addressed him as Alpha. They called him by

Archer burst into his wolf form beside me, his clothes falling away in tatters as he shook off what remained of his leathers and

a cautious step toward me. “You’ll be shielded

are you taking me?” I breathed, my voice carried away by

sent a chill up my spine, but it wasn’t out of fear, no. His words were laced with a silent

waiting, I realized, for me to argue with him. I felt that realization

walked toward

***

gentle, rhythmic way that had my eyelids drooping and head lulling with fatigue. He was putting me to sleep, and no matter how hard I tried, I was finding it impossible

grip slacked on his fur as my head slumped forward again, and I woke with a start, gripping him tightly once again. I felt his warning growl reverberate through his chest. If I could mind-link with him, I was sure he’d be telling me to stay awake, warning me that I was going to fall

eyes, just for a moment, and the next I was flat on my back, the air knocked from my lungs and my head

vision bursting with stars. Figures surrounded me, talking over each

stop! Back up–” Jared’s voice rang through my ears as I fought for breath, my hands curling into