Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder Chapter 812

Chapter 23 : A Dance With Jared

Jared extended his hand to me, beckoning me forward. I glanced over my shoulder at Aeris, who was looking smug and suspicious as he leaned against the railing of the terrace overlooking the city of Suncrest. Night was falling, and the city lights sent an amber haze rippling over the horizon.

It would have been beautiful had that orange-eyed creep not been standing right in front of my view.

“Eliza,” Jared repeated more sternly.

I fixed Aeris with a steely glare and took Jared’s hand. Aeris raised his brows at me but looked nothing but amused.

Jared placed my hand in the crook of his arm as we walked back into the ballroom, leaning down to hiss, “Don’t egg him on.”

“He knows,” I said, looking up into his eyes.

Jared looked down at me, nostrils flaring. “What did you say?”

“I didn’t say anything! He said it was–it was my hair. It was my hair that gave it away. Someone in his circle must have recognized me from the auction.”

Jared cursed under his breath and broke from my gaze to look around the ballroom. Warriors were posted along the walls, watching the proceedings. Jared eyed them all, then found Archer and Brandt in the crowd.

“We’re getting out of here tonight,” he said, leading me through the crowd again.

“But he hasn’t given you the scroll yet–”

“I don’t care about the scroll.”

“Of course you do! That’s why you’re here, and why you brought me here. You need it. I’ll be fine–”

“He will stop at nothing to lay claim to what he believes is his,” Jared seethed in my ear. I closed my eyes as a ripple of heat rushed through my body as his breath tickled my neck. “I won’t let anyone else have you.”

Anyone else?

Jared straightened up, catching Brandt’s eye in the crowd. He nodded once, his pointer finger brushing against the tip of his nose. Brandt made another quick motion with his hand in response and disappeared into the crowd.

“What was that all about?” I asked, but Jared moved us deeper into the fray.

the dancefloor where a dance was already in full swing. It was a

next dance,” Jared said

crowd that I was his breeder? Was Jared really planning on trying to

to give up on

dancers beamed with pride as a few couples made their way back into

know how to dance like this. Every move was calculated and well-practiced. I’d watched some of the young women dancing with their partners when I’d first arrived at the ball.

mow down anyone dancing nearby. I had a feeling

violinist. Aeris had mentioned a few times that Jared was acquainted with his court and kingdom. He

was, after all–a game. I was just a piece of it, a cog in

and led me out onto the dancefloor as

trying to hide my discomfort as he slid a hand along

like you’re enjoying yourself. That’s what Aeris

and Brandt posted on opposite sides of the room, both of them looking in the same direction. I knew they were watching Aeris without having to crane my neck to follow their gazes. Aeris was testing us. I had to prove with this

as he raised our joined hands to shoulder level. “It’s

know how

breathed, then he swept me into

the word “good” wasn’t an adequate description of how the man moved. He was confident in every step he took, sure-footed and strong. He was as agile as he

Me? Not so much.

said over

And I did.

along for the ride as Jared took my hand and spun me in a tight circle. Another twirl, then another, my feet barely touching the ground as we wove between several other couples along with the music, which only seemed

knitted his fingers in mine, squeezing softly as I

to dance like this?”

then had me spinning on

raised a bandit,” he said wryly. “That

he spun me again but let go of my hand, his other hand trailing over my back as he sent me twirling

the hand of another woman roughly my age, who took my hand and led me in a tight circle for a moment before I was sent spinning again, right back

as we wove between the other dancers. I was out of breath by the time

lower back, his palm spread wide. My chest was pressed firmly against his, our fingers

in the room. The music seemed to slow, our movements sure and deliberate as his body moved in rhythm with my own. I

me now in the same way he’d looked

“Trust me,” he’d said.

I had.

But why?

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