Sold AS The alpha King's Breeder

Chapter 798

Chapter 9 : Jared’s Not in the House

*Eliza*

Rain thundered against the house for the rest of the day.

I spent the remainder of the afternoon in the laundry stirring the vats of scalding water and mending alongside Scarlett, the two of us enjoying several hours of contemplative silence.

The quiet and steady manual labor was a welcome break, and gave me the time I needed to mull over not only my situation, but the conflicting feelings that were creeping in and out of my mind since my strange run-in with Jared near the edge of what he called the Dark Forest.

He’d given me some insight into the layout of the land. The Dark Forest was north and filled with danger, that was clear. But to the south?

He’d said something about the sea, and where there was a sea, there was a boat.

A boat that could, potentially, take me home.

But no matter how hard I tried to make a plan of escape, my mind continually drifted back to Jared. His touch had heated my skin. His voice, dripping with concern, had made my breath catch in my throat. And his eyes? Well, I’d found myself fixed on them, lost in the inky depths of what I honestly believed to be his soul. I saw darkness there, but I also saw fire, the same fire I felt within myself.

I was curious about him. I was… starting to want him, or wanting to know more about him. I wasn’t totally sure. But I knew my body and my mind were at odds over the matter.

Wringing out several baskets worth of wet laundry was my only respite from my internal conflicts. Scarlett and I carried the sodden clothes and hung them on racks in the communal sitting room before a roaring fire to dry.

Our work finally complete, we walked into the dining room, taking a seat on either side of the long, wooden table as other servants began to trickle in to convene over plates of roast chicken and mashed potatoes.

I was starving, and barely noticed that Jared and Archer had come in and were sitting at the opposite end of the table until I lifted my gaze from my plate to reach for seconds.

Jared looked entirely at ease, wearing a fresh shirt and trousers, free of his leather vest and belt heavy with weapons. I held my gaze on him for a moment, taking in the sharp line of his jaw and his softly curling black hair that brushed against the tops of his ears. He had his sleeves rolled up, and I noticed with a start the tattoos that roped around his forearms, lines of deep black and gray that moved in a rhythmic pattern back under the sleeves of his shirt. He turned before I could tear my eyes away, and our eyes met for a fraction of a second before I looked back down at my plate, stifling a blush.

“Get yourself together,” I whispered to myself, toying with my food.

Miriam brought out dessert, which was met by applause. Even Jared was smiling, beaming up at her as she set the cake in the center of the long table, blushing with pride. My stomach was in knots as I stole another glance at Jared before rising from my seat and carrying my plate to the kitchen, feeling slightly overwhelmed.

There was a name for this, I was sure. I was out of my mind to even be considering feelings for Jared. He’d taken me here against my will, and had refused to give me the option to leave.

plate into the sink, watching it disappear beneath the

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and clean, and several rooms took up a space that covered both the length and width of the entire house. The room I shared with Scarlett was at

and hung it on a hook before turning around and heading toward my

large, leather-bound book resting at the foot of

need to go any closer to know what it was. I’d read it before… suffered through it, more

I knew who had left it for

of my dress, glaring down at the book as I changed into a thick flannel nightgown. I continued to stare at the book in the reflection of the vanity as I brushed my hair. I didn’t touch the

wouldn’t let me access, in the same house I where was being

book into my lap and looked down at the worn cover. It was an old retelling of the story of Lycaon;

year of college, pouring over every page and comparing it to the scripts donated to the University by the Alpha King of Egoren himself. The purpose was so that our realm would be better educated in the true history of Lycaon, if the story was to be believed as fact,

in suddenly claustrophobic. Scarlett came into the room, silent

“Hi,” I smiled.

smile in return before removing her apron and dress, changing

making progress,” she yawned.

said, and meant

to me, and I felt incredibly proud of myself as I slipped out of bed and

for a while,” I said,

wide front porch attached to the house, and it was covered to protect it from the elements. I could sit on one of the

was thinking about me

this mean I was slowly gaining his trust? And if so, could I potentially ask for access to

didn’t know anyone else was out here,” Brandt said shyly, rising from one of the benches on the other side of the porch. I nearly jumped out of my skin, my hand flying

scared me!” I

into the porch light, looking

out here,” he said, tilting his head toward

It calms my mind,” I said, tapping a finger

me, but hesitated, leaning against one of the columns holding up the roof

are you doing out

Jared and Archer in the village in a little while. I thought I’d take

all doing in the

for our journey south to Aeris’s kingdom. It’s been a wet spring,” he began, motioning to the steady downpour, “and