Sold AS The alpha King's Breeder

Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder Chapter 808

Chapter 19 : Jared’s Dagger

Our camp for our second, and hopefully uneventful, night in the Dark Forest was situated on a cliff overlooking the forest below. We’d walked for the remainder of the day, none of us speaking as Jared led us further and further into the forest and away from the witch’s house.

I’d looked back at it only once, noticing the toppled stones covered in moss and ivy. It was not the grand house I’d seen upon my arrival. The garden had been overgrown and littered with fallen leaves, not flowers and fruit trees.

Brandt told me I’d been bewitched, which seemed a reasonable explanation for the events that led me to the house and my stupor in the hours that followed. I could still taste the metallic remnants of whatever magic she’d used on me as the day passed in a blur of trees and darkness.

But our new camp was bursting with the light of the coming sunset. The trees here were more sparse, the forest floor open and easy to navigate. Jared was even allowing a fire tonight, and getting the fire started was my job while the three men were bathing in a creek in a nearby glen. They’d felt comfortable enough to leave me up here alone, and if I was being honest, I was grateful for it.

I sat down on the ground in front of the fire, watching the bark I’d pulled from the surrounding trees start to catch. My throat began to tighten, my hands trembling as I slowly fed dry sticks to the fire.

A single tear rolled down my cheek. I wiped it away, biting down on my lip to stop myself from bursting into tears.

“Stupid girl,” the witch had said to me.

She was right. I’d never been so scared in my life.

“You okay?” Brandt’s voice cut through my emotional downward spiral.

I wiped the tears from my cheeks and tried to smile up at him, but my mouth wouldn’t move past a firm, expressionless line.

“Yes,” I replied, sniffling. “I’m fine.”

“We found you some clothes in the witch’s house,” he said as he crouched on the other side of the fire, laying out three good-sized fish. “A shirt and some pants, new socks–”

“Who did they belong to before?” I asked, but my voice broke over the words.

Brandt’s sapphire eyes met mine, looking incredibly sympathetic.

“Someone she took in. Someone who ate her food, you know. I–I wish there was a better way to explain it.”

“It’s okay,” I said hurriedly, glancing up as Jared and Archer walked into the camp, both of them sporting fresh clothing and wet hair. “I’m going to go wash up.”

I was on my feet before Jared could meet my eyes. I didn’t want anyone else asking me if I was okay. I walked in the direction Jared and Archer had come and found a gentle creek after a few minutes, which was hidden by rows of alder bushes covered in bright green buds.

The sun in this part of the forest was warm, and spring was in full swing here. I noticed a stack of clothing and a fresh pair of socks sitting on a sunbathed rock beside a shallow pool of water the creek fed into. There was even a very worn towel for my use.

in a breath as I stepped into the water. It was frigid enough for me to gasp in reflex,

hissed, wading into the pool until I

shivered, but my skin numbed to the bite of the water and it felt rather refreshing after a moment. I

and I did so, scooping gritty sand from the bottom of the pool and rubbing it into my skin until my arms and legs were raw. Brandt had told me there wasn’t much they’d been able to salvage from our old camp spot, but I saw a toothbrush and a sliver of tallow soap sitting on the rock next to my new clothes. I swam to the rock and brushed my teeth until I tasted blood. I scrubbed my skin with soap until my skin

then I

blew out the breath I’d been holding as I broke the surface. “You were not prepared for any of

I climbed out of the water and dried myself

and adjusted the belt tied around my waist. The outfit was similar to what I would wear while excavating an archaeological site, in all honesty. That familiarity was

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the fire. The men were busy eating the fish Jared had roasted over the fire, chatting amongst themselves. All of them looked up at me, startled by my voice. I hadn’t spoken to them

make the wine,” Archer replied, motioning for me to take a bigger drink. “She was obviously taking

the wine bottle against my lips, letting it roll down my throat. It was strong, and sent a rush of warmth through my body as I passed it back to Archer, who drank deeply from

added, motioning to the bags at

him then?” I

Jared, who wasn’t looking at any of us. He was sharpening one of his blades against a stone, his eyes

taking the bottle from Brandt and draining it. “And Aeris enjoys Jared’s

flames, making him look menacing, especially when he turned his gaze to me.

at Archer as he groaned and stretched out his legs. Brandt pursed his lips but obeyed, and the two men disappeared into the trees, their

turning away from Jared, who hadn’t moved from his original position. I closed my eyes to the sound of another blade running

I let the fatigue and darkness take over. But

it’s our

walked away, and I crawled out of my bedclothes, noticing

said from the edge of the camp, his figure barely visible in the

didn’t separate and take positions facing the forest. He walked out onto

but at night, it was breathtaking.

miles off our trip,” Jared said as he sat on the edge of

a few feet away from him. I didn’t dangle my legs over the side of the cliff, however. He glanced over at me, his mouth curving into a wry

“Scared of heights?”

possible,” I replied curtly,

a moment, the only sounds that of a gentle breeze rustling the trees and an owl hooting nearby. Jared was obviously lost in thought as he looked over

meeting my gaze

cheeks prickling with heat as his gaze bored into mine. “The hilt matches the tattoos on

nothing.

“Of what?”