Sold AS The alpha King's Breeder

Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder Chapter 826

Chapter 37 : Home, to the Village

Brandt didn’t stop running, not even once, until we reached Jared’s village. The Dark Forest passed us in a blur of shadow and rain. Maybe he felt the same crushing weight I felt as the trees whispered and rattled, maybe he saw the same shadows that lingered in the darkness, little flecks of light dancing against the tree trunks, like stars… or eyes.

We were never alone in the Dark Forest. Whatever else was there with us obviously didn’t think we were worth pursuing. Maybe those indescribable beings who called the forest their home sensed that we were rushing–broken, tired, and scared–and let us be.

I was thankful for it, and I was more than thankful to hear the sound of wind chimes rustling in the spring rain as we broke through the trees near the Healer’s cottage, the village rising in the distance.

Home–I felt it with overwhelming certainty.

Brandt nearly collapsed as he skidded to a stop next to the sparring ring. I slid off his back, my knees buckling and legs tingling painfully from gripping his back with my thighs for an entire day. People were running toward us with blankets, shocked faces blurred by the downpour that pounded the top of my head and my face as I looked up to see a hooded Giselle, her eyes alight with worry.

“Jared?” I croaked.

“Not here–” Giselle began, but Brandt’s voice cut through the rain, strong and demanding.

“Five scouts, two along the southern trail and three in the Dark Forest. Don’t be seen,” he said to the men beginning to gather around him. I glanced at him as Giselle helped me up, seeing him wrapped in a blanket and shivering with exhaustion and cold. “Jared might be alone, or he’ll be with–with Carmen. Archer was meant to be heading east, toward the capital.”

Giselle furrowed her brow, mouthing “Carmen?” with a look of shock flashing behind her eyes. Brandt stalked off as several of the men convened next to the ring, one of them barking orders as the rest began to shift.

“Where’s Miriam?” I said through chattering teeth as Giselle wrapped her arm around me and walked me toward the house.

Lights twinkled in the windows, and several people were standing on the porch, watching as we approached. It was well into the night now, and muffled voices poured from the open door of the house as people were roused from sleep by the commotion we’d caused.

“Let’s get you into a hot bath first,” Giselle whispered, rubbing my arm as she guided me up the front porch steps, glaring at everyone nearby.

Miriam met us at the door, looking more than concerned.

“Oh, my dear,” she breathed, taking me into her arms and holding me to her chest. “I am so happy to see you again.”

***

I slept well into the next day, curled up in my old bed. Scarlett and Giselle had fussed over me for what felt like an eternity until I’d fallen face-first into my bed, asleep before my head hit the pillow.

Gray daylight drifted through the open window between our beds, lace curtains dancing in a humid breeze. I rolled over, rubbing sleep from my eyes to find Scarlett’s bed made, and empty.

I had no idea what time it was. No one had roused me to start another day’s washing and mending. It took me a few minutes to come to terms with the fact that I’d spent the last two days sprinting through the Dark Forest in the rain, and before that… close to a week in Aeris’s kingdom.

was back in Jared’s house, all of that felt like a dream–a

sheets to my chest. I bit down on the feelings of fear, jealousy, and despair as I tried to focus my mind on what needed

about the map, the scroll, or the Cryptex as she laid out everything to dry

swiped the scroll, with was falling to pieces in my hands,

he was away. I sat down at his desk, huffing a dusty breath as I carefully unrolled what was left of the scroll and looked down at it, my chest

through the rough parchment, blurring it considerably. I ran my hands over my face, cursing under my breath as I scooped it into my hands and balled it up before tossing it toward the door. It landed with

the Cryptex for a long

do less than mess with it right

Had he made

curve of my hip as he spoke to me in a low whisper. We’d joked

evening when I’m back from the sparring

won’t allow me to step

been so easy, so unlike anything I’d ever experienced with him

him, that I needed to say. That I

come back, what was I

paper and a few quill pens like

of the

of paper down on the desk, staring at it blankly for several aching minutes.

jetting across our realm for the past two years, gone for weeks at a time on expeditions related to my studies. They were used to not hearing from me. But I’d taken off this time with no itinerary, and all I’d

trade ship would never make it to its destination, lost at sea, no one left

of what else to say other than I was

the ceiling with rage if this letter ever got to her. Dad would just be

the letter to the best of my abilities, trying to keep my emotions in check. ‘I’m fine. I’m safe. I’ll be home, eventually. I have a lot to tell you, a

and set it aside,

breath, scribbling one single line of my signature sloppy

fine. I met someone, and I think–’ I paused, the pen hovering over the

might stay. I think

age and rather stiff. I wondered if this realm used stamps at all,

before rising from the desk and leaving the room, locking

the laundry room, finding Scarlett with her back to the doorway and an unfamiliar woman stirring one of

whirled around, giving me a relieved

smiled. “I’m sorry I didn’t come down to work

has other plans

brow, watching an expression I couldn’t read spread over Scarlett’s