Sold AS The alpha King's Breeder

Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder Chapter 811

Chapter 22 : The Truth Always Reveals Itself

Dinner passed in a blur of conversation. Archer and Brandt finished several helpings of food before they relaxed into a guarded examination of the people sitting with us at the table. I watched them, wondering what they were seeing and hearing that I couldn’t.

Jared gently refused Aeris’s offer of a nightcap in Aeris’s private library, saying our crew needed to rest.

I rose from the table and followed the men out of the room, but I could feel the stares grazing the back of my neck as we crossed into the hallway and walked back to the wing that housed our bedrooms.

“Goodnight–” I began, trying to turn into my bedroom, but Jared reached out and grabbed my arm.

He opened the door to his room and ushered all of us inside.

“So,” Jared said, crossing the room to the bar cart along the far wall. He poured four glasses of what looked like scotch, then handed them to us. “What did you find out?”

Archer drank deeply, extending his glass for another dram.

“There was some talk of Ambrose but no one in his circle seemed to know what Ambrose used his stolen money on,” Brandt began, swirling his glass. “There is a ball tomorrow night, and the Alpha King of Egoren has sent a warning to Aeris about what sounded like Suncrest spies in the capital. The spies were apprehended and are being held by Alpha King Alexander’s warriors.”

I looked from man to man, wondering how the hell Brandt was able to gather so much information in the dining hall when it was filled with chatter over the clanging of silverware.

“Aeris is looking for a breeder to replace the heirs he lost,” Archer mentioned.

My eyes snapped to Archer, who shrugged, sipping from his drink.

“Keep your ears and eyes open. I need to know everything,” Jared said, then drained his own glass.

I looked down at the glass he’d handed me. I didn’t think I’d ever even tried scotch before. I brought to my lips, taking a tiny sip, and grimaced. Jared took it from my hands, his fingertips brushing against mine.

“Get some rest, Eliza,” he said, then turned to Brandt and Archer. “The two of you go out into the city tonight; check the taverns and brothels. See what else you can find out.”

Archer and Brandt walked away, their muffled conversation swallowed by the sound of the door shutting behind them.

“I’m going to keep you safe,” Jared began.

I answered him with a soft smile. “I know, I trust you.”

He seemed a little shocked by this reply, the hard lines of his face softening a bit. He drank my serving of the scotch, his eyes still locked on mine.

We were alone… in his bedroom. I could kiss him if I wanted to. He’d let me, I was sure.

“Goodnight, Eliza,” he said, breaking the spell.

I pursed my lips and turned toward the door, hurrying across the hallway and into the darkened sanctuary of my own room.

***

sleep from my eyes. A clock on the far side of the room sounded, little bells announcing the hour. I furrowed my brow as I threw the thick coverlet off my legs and

four o’clock in the

what the guys were getting up to without

heard a knock on my door. I turned just as a trio

breathed in exasperation,

need to fix your hair for the ball, miss. We

can get ready myself, but thank you,” I said, giving

the room as quickly as they’d come,

for the dress I’d been wearing the day before but it was gone, as were my

bite of toast. I poured myself some coffee and walked to the window. There were still a few hours until sunset, but the city seemed to be perpetually basking in a golden-hued glow. I sipped my coffee, wondering what Archer and Brandt got up to in the city last night, and if

room swung open wide and bounced against the wall, making me jump and spill

on my finger. “What the hell is

smirked, tossing a large,

I replied, eyeing

his heels as he tilted his head toward the rack of dresses

to go find you something to wear for the ball that isn’t… how

drown me

“Yes, exactly.”

toward the bed, gingerly pulling on the ribbon holding the box shut. I opened it, finding a gown made of pale blue silk. I set my coffee down on my bedside table and gently lifted the dress from the box, holding it up into the light. It was stunning, but simple. A sweetheart necklace faded

and high necklines of the dresses on the rack, it seemed rather scandalous. My

heels the same color of the dress rested inside the box, as well as a necklace

fortune,” I breathed, meeting

paused at the doorway. “Oh, wear your hair down,” he added, his cheek dimpling with a smile.

he closed

***

wore makeup. I just never bothered with it, having spent a good deal of time traveling from dig site to dig site over the years. I

curls into a half-up hairstyle, pinning them away from my face and praying they’d behave. The dress fit me like a glove, and the shoes made me a few inches taller. I could walk in them easily, maybe even dance in them too. I smiled at my reflection, pleased with what I

the pearl necklace. Each pearl was different, slightly uneven and unique. They were warm to the touch. I wondered why they had been included in

Brandt turned to face me, then stopped, his cheeks coloring as he looked me up

thoroughly surprised. “You look

act so surprised,” I teased as I took his arm, resting my hand

stop to fetch Jared and Archer, but we continued walking. I looked Brandt over, noticing his fine, well fitting clothes. He’d brushed his

ballroom. Archer wanted to wake you up several hours ago, but

frowned. “So, what did I miss

We have

“Oh?”

“We’re going to spy.”

led me down a wide staircase. Music filled the air, a symphony of strings. It was lively, and as we turned into the ballroom, I found myself unable to release the breath I hadn’t realized

the center of the room, their bodies swept in a waltz. Brandt nodded pleasantly

my cheeks turning a bright pink from the

you,” he corrected, flashing

a neckline that