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.

auction, especially those being sold against their will.

Aeris’s sons, his

me wanted to ask why, but I also didn’t want to know. This dead man, Ambrose, had bought me

I could see the beginnings of a settlement, where run-down cabins made of dark wood and old stone cottages wove across the forest floor, all leading up to a stone house in the distance, its windows glinting in the afternoon

going to hurt you, you know,” Brandt said softly, his voice sending a ripple of

forced, against my will, to follow a group of bandits through the woods to Goddess knows where–” I paused, the word Goddess catching in

me over his shoulder. I felt color rising on my cheeks and quickly worked to stop the

Jared is… he’s good. There’s more like you at his house,

you mean by

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

dried blood. I sighed in silent surrender. Brandt was right. Not only had I been hit with what felt like it could have been a metal bat, but I’d fallen off Archer’s back and cracked my head open a second time. I was lucky

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

of them. Even Brandt, who had been

any more mending after the last time you lot came back from a mission?” came a sweet feminine voice

snaked their way all the way up to the third story, twisting over the stone and along the flaking white paint of the windowsills. It would have been a grand home when

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 watered as I brought my hand to my nose, and Jared glanced over his shoulder at me,

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

of her touch, her concerned expression so

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

say,” she clucked as she jabbed her finger at the three of them, her gaze settling on Archer with a

to a ruddy pink. Even Archer dropped his

to wonder if Jared was the one in charge, or if

auction. He bought her, so we took her with

fell off my back. Hit her head a bit,”

bit?” I mouthed with a scowl, which caught

an arm around my

she said over her shoulder to the men, then gave me a gentle squeeze. “I’ll draw you a bath first and foremost my dear, and then we’ll take