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.

man do to deserve to die?” I asked, wondering if it had something to do with buying women from an auction, especially those being sold against their will.

his name. He killed Aeris’s sons,

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, or worse. That should

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

softly, his voice

being forced, against my will, to follow a group of bandits through the woods

paces ahead of us, glanced at me over his shoulder. I felt color rising on my cheeks and quickly worked to stop the heated blush

okay? Jared is… he’s good.

you mean

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

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

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

not just Archer, but all of them. Even Brandt, who had been nothing but nice to me,

last time you lot came back from a mission?” came a sweet feminine voice as we neared a large house made

but look up at the house, which was decaying with age. Dead vines snaked their way all the way up to the third story, twisting over the

then sucked in his breath as I ran into his back, my nose 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 walking. My eyes

cheeks and kind hazel eyes. “Oh, my dear. What happened to you?” She pushed Archer and Jared out of the way and

of her touch, her concerned expression so like my

looked at the men, waiting for an explanation as to my state. I was filthy, bruised, and half frozen. I’m sure I looked absolutely

much to say,” she clucked as she jabbed her finger at the three of

cheeks had colored to a ruddy pink. Even Archer dropped his

if Jared was the one in

bought her, so we took her with us. I couldn’t leave

head a bit,” Archer added with

a scowl, which

as she wrapped an arm around my shoulder and began to lead me toward

over her shoulder to the men, then gave me a gentle squeeze. “I’ll draw you a