Sold AS The alpha King's Breeder

Chapter 792

CHAPTER 3 : OUT OF OPTIONS

They were talking about someone named Aeris as they tore down the small camp. I watched Jared intently, taking in every inch of him, sizing him up. He was younger than I thought he would be–better looking, too. Without that ghastly mask, he was handsome and rugged, but his eyes held nothing but ice whenever they met my gaze.

I’d been given food and drink. I couldn’t remember the last time I had eaten anything. It could have been days, for all I knew. But sustenance had only melted away the shock from the breeder auction and the events of last night, leaving me burning with new-found desperation to escape, to run, to free myself from the clutches of what I could only describe as violent strangers.

These men were tough and wore their scars proudly. All of them were large, muscled, and moved with the agile grace of their wolf counterparts even in their human forms–warriors, all of them.

I was kicking myself for snubbing my nose at warrior training when I had the chance. As it was now, I was still dressed in the skimpy nightgown from the breeder auction, the fabric torn and weaving itself around my knees as it drifted in the early spring breeze. Jared’s shirt covered me, at least, hanging midthigh. Someone had found me a pair of boots to slip over the thick socks, but the boots were several sizes too large, which would make it hard to run.

What were my options now? I could slip out of the boots and make a run for it. I could find a place to hide. Hiding was my only option at the moment. I had no idea where I was. I was unfamiliar with this land, and so far its people were nothing but roughened criminals who sold women at auctions and dragged them through windows into snowstorms.

“This is the largest bounty we’ve ever fetched, you know,” Archer said, kicking snow and rotten leaves over the warming fire, which sizzled out in a puff of smoke around his boot. “When do we retrieve our payment?”

“A week’s time. The crew needs to rest before we set out again, and then–” Jared glanced at me, then rolled his eyes back to Archer as I glared at him. He was going to mention something about his plan for me, but thought better of it since he knew I was listening.

Before long the men began to move out, and I was made to follow, keeping in step with the brown-haired man with blue eyes, the only one who seemed concerned about me in the slightest. His name was Brandt, and I found that he was willing to answer any question I threw his way.

“Aeris is an Alpha who hired us to kill his brother,” he said flatly as he walked a pace behind me down a narrow trail leading out of the woods. “The brother was the man who bought you.”

“So, you’re bounty hunters?” I asked, wincing as a piece of shale came loose beneath my feet and I slid forward. Brandt caught me by the arm, steadying me. “Thanks,” I murmured.

He just smiled kindly and continued, “Among other things.”

“And Jared is… your leader? Or your Alpha?”

“I mean, by definition, he would be our Alpha, yes. But don’t call him that. He hates it.”

I added that tidbit of information to my growing arsenal and we continued to follow the group out of the forest and into a wide valley, where another forest stretched before us in the distance.

had something to do with buying women from an auction, especially

sons, his own nephews. They weren’t even

bit my lip, letting my gaze settle on the men walking before us so Brandt couldn’t see my pained expression. Part of me wanted to ask why, but I also didn’t want to know. This dead man, Ambrose, had bought me to use as a breeder,

the trees I could see the beginnings of a settlement, where run-down cabins made of dark wood and

said softly, his voice sending a ripple

bandits through the woods to Goddess knows where–” I paused, the word Goddess catching in

paces ahead of us, glanced at me over his shoulder. I felt color rising on my cheeks

woman alone out in these parts, okay? Jared is…

do you mean

take off running either, not with a head wound like that. So don’t even think about

blood. I sighed in silent surrender. Brandt was right. Not only had I been hit with what felt like it could have been a

smell of food hung heavy in the air, thick and warm and delicious, enough to make my stomach clench with longing. A single leg of roast rabbit earlier this morning hadn’t been nearly enough, especially after Archer took a bite from it before tossing it at me, a smug grin

but all of them. Even Brandt, who had been

to put the girls through any more mending after the last time you lot came back from a mission?” came a sweet feminine voice as

story, twisting over the stone and along the flaking white paint of the windowsills. It would have been a grand home when it was

crunching against the tight muscles on either side of his spine. I’d been too busy looking up in awe at the house to realize the men had stopped

it you’re hiding behind you, Jared?” Miriam quipped as I peeked around Jared’s shoulder to face her. She was short and stout, but had a friendly face with rosy cheeks and kind hazel eyes. “Oh, my dear. What happened to you?” She pushed Archer and Jared out of the way and clasped me on the shoulders, then

a sob at the gentleness of her

as to my state. I was filthy, bruised, and half

finger at the three of them, her gaze settling on Archer with a look of motherly disapproval. “Especially

at Jared, whose cheeks had colored to a ruddy pink. Even

the one in charge, or if it

bought her, so we took her

my back. Hit her head a bit,” Archer

mouthed with a scowl, which

at me, rolling her eyes as she wrapped an arm around my shoulder and began to lead

shoulder to the men, then gave me a gentle squeeze. “I’ll draw you a bath first and foremost my