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.

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

my head, landing only a few feet from where the masked man stood. Another followed, and I barely had time to duck

enough,” the masked man said to a man who jumped over one

the others, and he was carrying several bags and a multitude of weapons. The contents of the bags spilled out as he threw

that were

you missed all the fun, Jared?” the man teased, giving his

I turned my gaze to the

my new captor had

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

only a few had superficial injuries on their faces. It was obvious they’d been fighting, however. I’d witnessed the

patted a satchel tied to his waist. “We got what we needed

man’s tawny blond curls tremble. He was a large man, very large. He could crush me between his palms if he wanted to. I stiffened as he turned his gaze to mine, his face striped with scars and his nose slightly off-kilter, likely from

Jared said hoarsely, motioning to me. “Keep an eye on her for a moment.” He turned

satchel looked down at me,

cutting and sarcastic in response. How’s it going? Well, I’d been better. That was for

Archer,” he said,

myself a little tighter and

said sarcastically, then plopped down

I was wearing wasn’t frozen to the boulder, I would have moved 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, I realized there would have been no logical solution to my situation. I had no idea where I was. I

toward the men standing behind him. “I need her to ride on

were, but I was more focused on the fact that Jared said I’d be riding on Archer’s back. I bit my lip as Jared’s eyes moved to mine. I wished I could see what he looked like. He hadn’t been the only one wearing a mask when I was taken from the auction,

one had addressed him as Alpha. They called him by

surprise as Archer burst into his wolf form beside me, his clothes falling away in tatters as

taking a cautious step toward me.

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

if you behave.” There was something in his voice that sent a chill up my spine, but it wasn’t out of fear, no. His words

for me to say something. He was waiting, I realized, for me to argue with him. I felt that realization pulse

said coolly, then turned on his heel and walked toward the rest of the wolves that

***

he moved in a gentle, rhythmic way that had my eyelids drooping and head lulling with fatigue. He

again. I felt his warning growl reverberate through his chest. If I could mind-link with him,

I was flat on my back, the

surrounded me, talking over each other as activity erupted

Jared’s voice rang through my ears as I fought for breath, my hands