Sold AS The alpha King's Breeder

Chapter 801

Chapter 12 : Little Pink Flowers

*Jared*

Early morning sunlight drifted through the curtains in my bedroom as I slowly laid out the final piece of clothing Eliza had mended on my bed, staring down at what she’d done.

I was at a loss for words. I’d noticed the bandages covering her fingers, and her fatigue had been obvious. I’d even felt guilty about what I’d hardly considered a punishment being so physically grueling.

But then I found out why it had taken her the entire day and well into the night to complete the job.

I picked up a shirt she’d tactfully mended and turned it into the sun. Little needlepoint flowers stitched in pale pink thread adorned the sleeves and surrounded the patches she’d sown across the chest.

I looked down at the bed where the rest of the clothing had been laid out, all of it mended, all of it clean, all of it decorated with flowers.

She’d bested me.

“Damn,” I breathed, more impressed with her tenacity than annoyed that she’d ruined nearly all of the clothes I wore to the ring and on hunts.

Even the socks I’d thrown into the basket were decorated with flowers. I pulled the socks onto my feet, wiggling my toes.

I knew Archer and Brandt would tear me to shreds if I wore any of it to the ring. I’d never hear the end of it. But, that was the point. I’d punished her for sneaking around and stepping over my boundaries, and now she was punishing me… for punishing her.

I gathered up the clothes and dumped them back in the basket before pulling a fresh shirt and pants from my dresser. I’d get her back for this–how, I didn’t know. But I would, that was a promise.

Archer would be waiting for me in the ring by now. I’d been sleeping in much later than usual. I didn’t know if it was the thought of Eliza and her schemes keeping me up at night, or if my body was starting to succumb to the ticking clock within my soul that was inching closer to midnight with each passing day. But I was tired.

I left the room, passing a few maids on my way to the kitchen for a quick bite to take with me to the ring. I stopped in the hallway outside of the laundry and listened to a soft conversation between what sounded like Giselle and Eliza.

“I’m afraid she’ll hurt herself in her sleep,” Eliza whispered.

Giselle sighed, and I heard a stool creak as one of the women sat down, shifting their weight.

“I don’t know what happened to her, but it was bad. I think… there was a rumor there was a baby–”

I backed away from the doorway, my chest tightening with unease. I knew what had happened to Scarlett. So did Archer. So did Brandt. And now, so would Eliza.

I ran my fingers through my hair, ruffling it with frustration as I turned back the way I’d come and chose to forgo eating breakfast and go immediately to the ring.

Archer was already training a few young members of our crew when I walked up to the ring, shielding the bright glare of the sun from my eyes.

“Mornin’ darlin’,” Archer teased, then he grunted with effort as he threw a practice jab toward one of the youths, who flinched and covered his face with his arms. “Ah, see? Now your belly is exposed. Dead!” Archer knocked the teen in the stomach with his fist, not enough to hurt the kid, but enough to show him that had Archer had a knife, his life would have been over.

“Good morning,” I gruffed, leaning on the railing and looking over the group who had assembled for the morning session.

Brandt was on the far end of the ring, talking to a group of men. I watched Brandt for a moment until he caught my eye and I was able to motion him over. Archer clapped his trainees on the shoulders and muttered something about them calling it a day, and to rest up for tonight’s debauchery.

them an invitation to get piss drunk without repercussions,”

a final glance over his shoulder before settling against the railing next to me. “Eh, they’ll drink more than they should and spend tomorrow paying

wrong

look out over the village. Everyone was slowly getting ready for the celebration tonight. Tommy, once a

of my house, would be roaming

also planned to enact my revenge on

“Tomorrow, then?” Brandt asked.

dawn, as the sun comes up.” I turned to Archer, who gave me a

sure, the scout came back with the news this morning. The river is too high to cross safely,” Archer confirmed, which wasn’t the

trail from Elmorn to Saboreef in three days.” We’d spend three days in the Dark Forest, which meant two

we’re bringing

not our

his

and quieter, just the four of us.” It was the truth, but traveling in the Dark Forest also meant traveling exclusively on foot in our usual forms–no shifting unless totally necessary.

didn’t have much of a choice if I was going to pay my men for their help fetching the bounty and

Eliza?” Archer asked, and for a reason I wasn’t yet willing to admit, the question made

her because we’re not going to offer her to him,” I said flatly, turning to look at

with us?” Brandt asked, his concerned

be of some use to us there. I’d

Archer started, but I waved my hand in

behave. She won’t have a choice.” The forest was capable of humbling anyone, including the most hot-headed and overconfident woman I’d ever come across in my

the opportunity to run?”

shrugged as I

of marked curiosity in her eyes two nights ago in my study when she’d scanned the sketch of the artifact. I knew, without a shadow of a doubt, she’d seen something like it before. That was

She could help me.

is the reason for taking

was a spy. I don’t think she is, but she sure as hell could be with enough incentive. I plan to let her loose in his

his arms over his chest. “He’ll take one look at her and want

His pack still follows them, the Alpha King

Eliza at the auction, it won’t matter. If he has heard,

his brows, a devilish smile spreading across his face. I

but Brandt shifted his weight and exhaled deeply, catching

you sure she can handle this?” Brandt

three of us watched the preparations for

said, and I

by

will, you

one man to the

Speaking of “eating alive,” that was exactly what she’d do to Brandt. He looked tough, but deep down he was a romantic at heart, and Eliza would ruin him. He’d never

silence passed between the three

word about Scarlett’s boy?” I asked, doing my best to keep my voice level. Archer went rigid beside me, not looking at me. Brandt let out his breath, shaking his head. “We’ll ask Aeris to